Flash back to Thanksgiving

I haven't written any of my dreams so I am trying to remember them all now. During the Thanksgiving break I dreamed of a coworkers Mother. She and I were in a basement. All the walls and floors were a crumbling dark concrete mess. We were stepping through this mess and I could see the light shine through a doorway into the rest of the home which was nice. I stepped over some concrete and found myself looking at a shiney surfboard shaped piece of mahogany or walnut wood flooring. It had an inlay of a floral print. I said "hey look at this, this is a beautiful piece of flooring!"
I went to work on Monday and told Amanda about the dream her mother was in. She said her mother had mentioned she was tired of looking at the old floors and wanted to have new floors put in.

The Very Large Scary Spaceship

Last week I think it was, I dreamed I was in some industrial building, it had no doorway it was just wide open; big concrete walls, huge ceilings. I could see the outside, I called it a garage. I was running toward the exit, running alongside the wall trying to ditch this thing I called a spaceship--it was hovering over me; chasing me. It was more like a transformer spaceship, it had all kinds of legs and appendages. It was very very huge, and very very close.

It was trying to read my mind.

Vintage Christmas Colored Household Items and The Dead Horses

I dreamed last night about some vintage items for sale. They were green and red plastic. One was an iron--like an ironing board iron. The other item was perhaps an electric can opener or some sort of kitchen appliance. Iron; Iron things out for the holidays perhaps? Open up a new can of __________? easily opening up a can of something? I dunno what it all means. Well maybe I do. There is a person who wants to know if I'm still in their life and has been hinting and hinting. I guess I let them know today I was still in their life, I think of them pretty much daily, and perhaps I have ironed things out with my answer.

Hmmm, the next dream. It was akin to the 'dead pigs buried under the yard years ago' dream I had once. I dreamed I was outdoors and found I was standing closely to the buried head of a very shiney horses head. Appeared he was dead and perhaps was covered by mud which hardened over. I was having a conversation with someone about the horses head when I realized the entire horse was under that hardened ground. Then I stepped back a few steps and found another horse, this one not buried. He was freshly dead. Flash ahead, I was having a conversation with a man who I think plays a sleek foreign young handsome in the movies, also a sharp businessman, and I heard he was going to make money selling the horses to someone who turns them into dog food. I interjected and told him he'd need to deal with me, I found the horses.
I awoke and asked my husband if in fact people did kill horses for dog food and well I almost knew the answer before I even asked it.

I imagine in my overly busy and stressed life I have been trying not to beat a dead horse. I think that's what that was all about. I don't understand the dog food part. It can't mean anything good though.

The Curly-haired baby, the RAV 4, and Roxy

aaaand I had a third dream which I could remember this morning. I was sitting somewhere with my husband. It was a livingroom and I remembered we were taking inventory and the baby I just won, perhaps that was my award from the last dream, was missing. I went to the RAV 4 which was my sisters truck and got in as did my husband, to go back to the last place we were, shopping I think, and retrieve our baby. I saw my sisters dog Roxy, a cocker spaniel, get into the back seat. We suddenly were at the place we were before and there was a baby seat with a blonde curly-haired baby in it. It was a cute little girl with a golden glow and rosy cheeks. She was energenic, and for a little girl who sat there alone it was surprising she was not crying so I surmised that she was also good-natured. I picked her up and off we went, home with our new baby!

The Award

Another dream I had last night was a workplace dream. I had won an award and was invited to take my hour lunch off campus so I could accept my award. I made the mistake of telling my boss. Word got back to his boss and it got back to me that I could not leave for lunch to go get my award. I went into my bosses boss's office crying. She was packing and unpacking. I was confused because I knew she was moving in real life but it seemed there were work people there and it was an office and were they packing or unpacking. My bosses boss had a knit winter cap on, it must have been cold out. I told her I could take my lunch wherever I wished and she finally agreed.
When I went to work we had a meeting in the morning where she mentioned many would be moving from one office to another. That explains the workplace moving and the packing and unpacking.
I still do not know what the award was for.

My husbands dream

The other day, in real life, I went to the tire store at the bottom of my hill. I dropped off my car after I ordered new tires and walked home. While I was ordering my tires I thought I recognized a man at the register. He may have been the manager but either way I thought it was my ex brother in laws old business partner Jay Dolan. So I was giving him a bit more of a glimpse when suddenly he looked back at me. I didn't want to turn away abruptly and at the same time I was still trying to figure out if it was Jay Dolan, whose name, btw, I could not recall at that time. Actually I just remembered it yesterday when I saw the name Dolan on my database at work. So anyway, we ended up in a bit of a staring match and I was completely caught off guard. I am afraid to say I think he may have thought I was checking him out. I was in fact examining his face but I wasn't checking him out. Our eyes were locked and I finally broke the connection. I cracked a joke and he responded and that was that. We went back to business and I walked home. Then I felt guilty for looking at another man so long and tried to converse with my husband about it. I asked him if he ever found himself looking at a woman eye to eye and he said no. Then he was slightly suspicious as to why I asked but he's not the jealous type. He is not one to make up a scenario needlessly.
So the following Monday at dinnertime my husband was home from work and the house phone rang. It was a blocked call. He answered it and they asked for me. He said I wasn't home yet and asked them who it was that was calling--and they hung up! He called me immediately and I told him I had given my phone number out to many people this week, for window replacements to a request for price quote for my new brakes and tires too! So that was that, until they called again and hung up on him.
The next evening the phone rang and the same scenario came about. I was home this time and told my husband it was probably spam and I don't answer calls that are blocked or spam. And that was that.
So this morning, now remember my husband doesn't know what happened in the tire store; he woke up and said "I dreamed you were flirting with a man right in front of me!" Then he said he told the man "my wife is beautiful isn't she?" But then he expressed he was a little upset that even after that I kept flirting with the man.
I asked him how exactly was I flirting. He told me that I was flirting with him with my eyes. I almost told him the story but I thought it would be needless. I don't want him to worry for my little encounter. Maybe I will tell him tonight. More than likely I will.

Jack and Jim

My old landlords, and friends, appeared in my early morning dream. I owned a house and it was yellow, the siding all one long streamlined piece of painted cedar shingle mounted over the next. It was perfect. Jack and Jimmy were going to make a new entrance into the house and had to poke around in the wall to find a place to make the entrance where there wouldn't be support beams. Turns out when they finished it the shingles were patched back onto the house but you could clearly see where they made the cuts.
And that was all.

My husband dreamed he was a little boy asking for a raspberry soda at the ice cream counter. Then someone told him the train was leaving and he better get on it. I don't think he ever did.

Zombies from Outer Space--A clique story

I was standing in the dusk which was just turning into dark in what seemed to be old abandoned parking lot with 2 dim old lights barely illuminating the back side of the lot where I was standing with an old man, when suddenly I heard a thunderous hellish noise in the distance. It was the sound of what could be described as spaceships hovering close to the ground and I was happy it was in the distance but it wasn't a happy sound but suddenly it was closeby. As the noise became deadening loud, I saw a plume of smoke appear on the ground across the park and as it settled I saw whatever that noise brought upon us wasn't spaceships. They were cars with the sound of industrial ships. Just as suddenly they appeared I became alarmed and as I went to turn and run, men simultaneously came out of these old cars and as creepy as creepy could be they were suddenlystanding there and I knew they wanted something. I didn't realize anyone else was with me except the old man until someone behind me yelled out "ZOMBIES!!!!" They all started running and I wasn't sure if I was going to be left behind.
I turned behind me to run and saw the people had already run climbed under a chain link fence. Near the gate part there was a small area of dirt dug out underneath and I wondered if I'd fit through it or perhaps I'd get caught in the chain links and I only had seconds, but I made it through and ran through the village looking for a place to hide. The Zombies were filtrated everywhere so I just kept running and running and running. Then I woke up! I was in pain and very cold and uncomfortable and most definitely disturbed so I got out of bed. I went down the hall to the bathroom and then walked through the house to get a grip and snap out of it. I went back to bed, laid down next to my husband and I wanted to curl up with him so badly but at the same time I didn't want disturb him. He doesn't sleep well either. He wakes up in pain and has to adjust his position like I do in order to go back to sleep. I fixed the blankets and bundled myself up and I don't know how but I somehow eventually managed to get back to sleep.
I ended up back in the same dream, this time in the safety of a motor home.
I do not know exactly who was with me but it was a man, and a child. Perhaps it was my husband and my youngest son who live with me now? I just knew they were there. At some point we ended up getting out of the motor home and into a abandoned house. Perhaps it was a store, it seemed to be on Main Street. I felt we were safe for a while. Then a knock at the door. I watched as my son opened it, it was young man who seemed his age, then suddenly I realized he didn't know this person. I tried to stop him but it was too late, it was a zombie attack and it destroyed my son. I returned to the motor home in safety and travelled to another village where people had gathered. It was a place of protection from the Zombies.
I hate to tell you this but I forget the rest. If you've watched any clique TV show about the invaders you could say it turns out we 'thought' we beat them after a war, but some will survive. I just hope there is not a part II because this dream seemed real and I don't like running all night.

Demons Throwing

Last week I dreamed I was sitting on the floor, the kitchen floor. The cabinet door was open and I found myself looking at the bottom part of the sink, you know the basin. It had a huge hole in it, with the innards exposed and the innards were light green mesh. Suddenly with my knees bent and my ass on the floor and my top half sitting in an upright position I was flung back into the room and up against the kitchen wall. Food for thought? Perhaps. I sensed it was the devil, as if I was being flung about like Linda Blair in the Exorcist. Before I knew it I was being pushed across the floor into the next room. As I was being forcefully pushed by an invisible but apparent demon I got a view of my husband, who was sitting at a desk, with his reading glasses on and his bankers light, reading intensely, perhaps the Bible? He seemed untouched. I tried to scream and I was shoved violently from wall to wall in front of him, nothing came out. I tried and tried, still nothing. Suddenly I awoke in time to let out a little 'ah' with the force of a peep. It would have sounded louded if it came out the way I wanted it to. So the real world meets the dream world. If only the devil would stay out of it I'd be fine.

Steven Tyler

I was in a cable car, my husband was in the one ahead of me. I was sitting next to Steven Tyler with my head propped up on his chest. We talked for a while and when I asked him where he was born he said 'Abe-ington.' He was trying to say Abbington but he said "Abe-ington". That was at the end of the dream. Then I looked out the front window and noticed my husbands cable car had unattached itself from ours. I was hoping wherever I was ending up that my husband would have already arrived there and would be waiting for me.

The Long, Complicated Work Dream

I guess it's not so complicated rather it was detailed. I am on vacation so I'm not sure if that is why I dreamed I walked into Trim for lunch or a restauraunt but I walked down the isle searching for an empty table and found my co-workers found a table and didn't call me over so I felt left out and walked out the back door and down toward my office. Then Pam was there, I think the dream twisted it so that she already ate and went back to the office and she said "sorry Denise, we didn't
Mean to...." and I just walked away, then I started collecting my belongings. One of the items was a little 2 inch or 3" doll. The doll had a white baby doll dress on, florally print. I crumpled it up and threw it away!
Then came part two of the dream. The business was going to creamate it's deceased, They made furniture out of their remains. I was in a plant where the kids swam in one pool right next to another pool of hot boiling water which was covered but I kept warning folks not to trust it or test it by standing on the tarp cover cause they could fall in.

Mike Doughty, the neck, the car

So I dreamed of Mike Doughty over the weekend. I dreamed I kissed his neck. The neck is where the vocal chords are, it has nothing to do with sex. He got up and left. Then I saw him driving down the street in a maroon car. That could signify he felt marooned. He was switching lanes, driving erratically.

The brand new bathroom stalls

So every once in a while I have a bathroom dream. This time I was upstairs in a building, I thik the same schoolhouse building and Dave Matthews was there, (see previous dream). The stalls upstairs were brand spanking new. There was one bathroom on the left wall and 5 stalls in a row on the far wall. All new white surrounds, venting systems, heaters in two of the stalls. I went to the bathroom.
I went back to the bathrooms later and found all but one of the 5 were dirty. Filled with unflushed dumps, so I got to see everyone's CRAP, and let me tell you they were VIVID!!! Then I asked someone if they wanted to be a bathroom monitor, ya know, make sure that when people come out that they've flushed first. No one wanted the job, it was too sickening (hey I could have said shitty). I almost felt sick from a dream, this would be a first.

Dave Matthews

I had yet another Dave Matthews dream. I don't know why he just makes these cameo appearances every few months but he does. We were sitting next to each other in a classroom. He had his head down concentrating on his work and you could tell he was serious about being there, didn't want to be bothered by anyone. Wanted to be treated like a regular guy so I didn't bug him. Then when he showed some signs of life I sparked up a conversation with him and we spoke.

The Get-together and the Boat Exit

I vaguely remember being at a house party with my husband. Maybe I'll remember more later. When we left the party we were going to take a ship or large boat home instead of a car, I could see them from the window of the apartment which was on the second floor. It ended up with my husband driving us down the highway in a small boat. I didn't know how he steered it, I just remember that he managed somehow to keep us in our lane. In our boat. On the highway.

Tears in my Beer

Or maybe the tears were on the floor, either way I was at a tavern with my old boss Shawn, telling him how aweful things have been at work since he left. I hung my head down and cried and the tears hit the floor. Shawn said he felt bad and then walked away.

This Past Weekend, Scariest of Scary

Saturday night or actually Sunday morning I awoke at 4:20 am or thereabouts. I was having anxiety attacks from not having to have taken my medication so I took it.
I went back to sleep only to feel like I was in the worst nightmare ever, except I did not wake up feeling cold and lifeless, I almost feel like I conquered the worst nightmare I've ever had.
It was surreal. I was in a little town, in a gas station or something. It was old and decrepit and seemed it was run by nepotist townies. They weren't just any old mean townies, they were like the family from the Texas Chainsaw Masacre II. It was only a matter of time and they were going to do things to me and perhaps eat me for dinner. I was acting as casual as I could, even sitting in the backseat of a car smoking a cigarette, seeming very relaxed. A man got into the back seat with me and I asked him if maybe he'd want to get married, then I could be part of the creepy family and they wouldn't kill maim or eat me. Then I realized this guy was in the same boat as I was, he wasn't creepy, he wasn't one of them. I tried to telepathically tell this guy that we could hop in the front seat, lock the doors and hope the car would zoom out of there with us in it. Then they all started to disassemble the car from the outside and I woke up.
The next day was a gloomy Sunday. I realized some of my dream was from watching a TruTV case about a deaf girl who was dismembered. Later in the evening after the dream I watched Nancy Grace where they found the torso of a woman outside of her apartment recently. Amy Winehouse died. All creepy gloomy news. I am going to watch nothing but upbeat shows and comedies for a while.

The Rock Star and the Envelopes

The night before I went to see M. Doughty in Newburyport MA I dreamed he was inviting me into a building, watching me, observing me, he liked me.
Suddenly I was in a room with a man behind a series of tables. A few of us were on the other side of that table. I sensed he wanted us to stuff envelopes.

I think that meant to write letters, lots of letters.

The Sales Agent, the Medaglias

I remember sitting outdoors and glancing into a Salesman's laptop, he was trying to sell me something. He never set out to sell me Real Estate, that I know, yet on the slides were maps of places for sale and one caught my eye. It was Florida Massachusetts. Yes there is a town called Florida in Massachusetts. It was a topical map, the kind where circular lines, and the lines were outlining an island. I kept thinking how my husband would love it there--he could fish and I could hike. Suddenly I remembered another dream where I hiked out of this same place, I had to hike for a long long time but it was worth it because it was beautiful and peaceful.
I neglected as of yet to tell you the Salesman was a very good looking man. He looked like a TV movie actor, I guess I'd have to google him to find his name, but he leaned toward me, and I'm not sure if this was a tactic, but he whispered into my ear "you like me a lot, I know you do!" I thought, oh yes, yes i do like you. Apparently this salesman got around a lot because out of almost nowhere came his young daughter who obviously knew of her fathers straying ways because she gave him a not so subtle reminder "Dad, why are you right up against that lady's ear?" But he didn't seem to care.
The Salesman told me he also had a son who was a musician, and I assume a backup musician, for the Allman brothers. It seemed out of place that his son would be in a Southern band because the guy was more of a white colar Northeastern kind of GQ guy, but nevertheless, I knew his son wanted him to come out and watch him one day. I felt kindof bad.
Skip ahead and suddenly I was talking to Joyce M. on the phone. I told her that her son, Jimmy, was coincidentally, also in the Allman Brothers band as a backup musician and he needed HIS father to come and see HIM also. So I ended up at a ticket counter with Big John, her ex husband and Jimmy's father. The weird part was I was travelling with my old blue custom van. I got my ticket and John's ticket, they were 50 bucks apeice. I couldn't afford it and had no idea why I was doing this, I somehow felt like a good samaritan. John expressed that he felt more in control if he drove his truck but I told him I felt the same way and we'd have to take my van, especially after the fact that he mentioned that the show was an hours drive. Then I told him i maintained my vehicle well and it would be safer. I looked at the tickets, the seats began with RO, which I thought meant ROOF.
Then I did the math. The tickets, the time. Shoot I had to drive an hour, go to a show that probably didn't get out until 11 pm, then I would have to drive him home and then drive myself home. We hopped into my van. I hoped it worked as I remembered I hadn't used it in over 10 years, and actually I never did maintain it well, that was a lie. I looked at the gas, it was on EMPTY. Suddenly the gas shot up to FULL and the meter turned RED. I realized I was driving from the back seat but seemed to be doing well. I told John, that when we reached a stop light I'd hop into the drivers seat and he could join me in the passenger seat but he seemed to want to sit in the back seat.
I told him we had to make a quick stop. The salesman had left me a message asking me for a date, so I had his phone number, now I could track his address. I had to stop at his house and convince him to go and see the show not having any idea how he'd get tickets near us, but I knew his son would be happy to know he went to the show too. So now I'm at his house, he made a sexual advance and declined going to the show. He said he had no car and I told him well that's why you should go, I have a car and I can bring you. but he still declined. Then his wife who appeared on the couch had a small conversation with me. I wondered if she knew what a snake her husband was.
Then John and I left for the show. The seats were way up high.

The Hellen Sisters

Last night I dreamed I was in downtown crossing looking to find the bingo hall with Amanda and Merri Hellen. It was gloomy and dusk, the street was wet and I pointed two streets away and told the girls that was where we needed to go, where the old Filenes was before they took it down. So we went, with me panicking the whole time saying 'we'll miss the first bingo, we're late!'
So we finally found the place and not only did they not start bingo, not all of the people had arrived and so bingo hadn't started yet. We found a rectangular thick oak wood table to seat 4 and the 4 of us sat down. Actually I sat down, I didn't see anyone else.
I asked Amanda today if any of these things rang a bell and a few moments later she realized she was going to the downtown crossing area, to a show, tonight. It is raining. She also said she was worried she'd be late. I told her not to worry, there will be a late start. I also told her that I forgot my bingo bag and she said Merri almost forgot something. I told her to look out for the oak table that has 4 seats.

The Letters

Tuesday night I dreamed of two separate letters in two separate incidences.
The first dream was highly spiritual, perhaps one of the closest ones I've had with God. I was awoken by a terrible cough and perhaps that is why I remember it so well. I was standing in an isle between the first set of pews and the second. God went by my on my left, or at least a bright ghostly figure that I considered undoubtedly to be Him. He placed a 10 x 6 inch letter on the top of a post at the right corner of the second set of pews. It was glowing with the light of God. It was a letter regarding how one should behave in a relationship.

The second letter was written by Andrew Scrap Livingston, the bassist for Mike Doughty. Scrap was irked and wrote things like 'you did this to me and that to me and treated me so badly'. I assumed he was writing to Mike. The paper was translucent, it was real paper, not computer paper. I didn't see the letters clearlyl in fact they were a blur and the words were made up in my dreamstate imagination.
I told my husband of this dream at 3 am when I was shivering from the fan breeze on a hot summers eve, the fan breeze made me sweat. I told him the dreams again at 5 am when we awoke.
Later in the day I noticed Scrap had written on his blog earlier at 6 am, long after I had the dream. He wrote he was going to play with Mike that evening and also he was going to write a letter to the city about the taxi cabs, he wrote 'two separate incidences!' He wrote back to me that is was weird and strange and awesome!

Later Mike Doughty posted a picture of the parking lot he and Scrap performed in, as a matter of fact Mike spoke quite a bit about the parking lot.
I wonder, yet I'm almost sure, that Mike may have remembered a dream I had many years ago. I walked down a grassy road to see him perform in a parking lot.
Strange place to perform.

The Foreign Boyfriend and the Abundance of Quartz

My husband wasn't too too happy about this dream, but I dreamed I had a burly good-looking foreign boyfriend, whereas I wasn't too upset myself, ha ha. He was tall, broad, handsome; he had black hair, I sensed for some reason he was Greek, maybe Italian. He was on the phone in his livingroom talking to a friend about their country's leader back home. He was angry at some sort of abuse of power or corruption or perhaps something the leader was infiltrating upon his people. A few moments later I was sitting across from him on a couch and I carefully eyed his black biker jacket, but it wasn't the jacket itself that I was staring at, it was the fact that the front of it was covered within every inch with crystal aka quartz pins. One was a long, maybe 3-inch crystal, not a clear one but an opaque one. Clear ones mean purity so this one is unpure but displays it's own beauty. The others were like women's brooches, all types of crystal, all clear and uncolored.
I layed on him with my top off, and then I woke up.

Germany and Poland

So I did a little searching on ancestry.com after finding Martin Sagan and spouse Roze Golownia was in my tree. This info draws me close to the Ghettos of Poland. I came across some docs with the name Von Sagan, which is what we heard the Segien name was, of course until recently I thought it was Von Segien. So I ended up last night traveling through the streets of what seemed like Germany, it could have been Poland, either way it was in Europe in WWII. The streets were trenches for people to walk through so they'd be subsurface and go undetected--you could only see the tops of their heads. I ended up with my family, a family I was unfamiliar with, in a vacant home where we would rest, eat, sleep. The yard was mostly dirt and the house was all dark wood, but clean. Then the woman who lived there showed up outside, she was talking to my sister who showed up in the dream with pink pajama bottoms, I was under the impression she had been killed and that's why we occupied her house, but apparently she wasn't, but she didn't interfere with our stay because I think my sister warded her away, yet her presence just made me feel uncomfortable. The next day she was dead . Suddenly I was supposed to marry a man who was a survivor in the area and I agreed I would surely marry him although I didn't love him. People bonded quickly during the war. The next day, he too was blown to bits. I stood over his body parts trying to determine just what I would do next.
Suddenly I was in a restaurant in another odd dream which I barely remember.
So this all brings me back to a most important dream. I had it a few years back, perhaps in 2007. It went like this:
I was in the forest. My relatives, I called them Uncles or Cousins of my great-grandfather Kasimir who came to the US in 1905 were there, relatives he left behind in Vilna. They helped the Jews by supplying wood for underground bunkers in the forest in order to hide from the Nazis. Because of that they were going to be in the hall of Saints. At the time of this dream I knew nothing about Vilna, I had no idea there was even a forest there, I didn't know it was adjacent to Belarus and I didn't know about the other ghettos surrounding the forest. I only knew Vila was a 'bohemian artist town predominantly Jewish.'
The next day in real life I took my mother to Target in Watertown. I discussed the dream with her. As we were getting out of the car she said 'Do you think we're Jewish?' I said I did not know the answer to that but it sure did seem that way.
We walked into Target and I walked into the first section of clothing as I was drawn there and instantly there was a shiney gold coin on the floor so I picked it up. It was so shiney it was almost surreal. It had a 10 on one side and a menorrah on the other. I held it up to my mother, my eyes wide open, I said HERE"S OUR ANSWER! When I got it home I found out it was a Sheckel.
Later I had another dream of walking into a house and I saw something on the doorway and I actually heard the word "Mezuzah". I looked it up when I woke up, it is a prayer scroll the Jews hang on thier doorways to remind them to keep Yahweh or G-D with them at all times.
A year went by and a movie trailer was on TV. It was about the Jews hiding in the woods of Belarus. They came from all the little ghettos around Belarus, Vilna, Lida, etc. They used wood to make underground bunkers to hide from the Jews.
They said they kept this movie the best kept secret, no one heard about it. It was filmed in the village of Vilna, where my great grandfather was born. I just found out his uncle lived in Lida.
I went to the movie. In the first scene someone walked through a doorway. There on the wall was a Mezuzah.

Pastor Doug

Saturday night, well early Sunday morning I dreamed Pastor Doug from my church came over to me and telepathically told me that there was a man at church who needed my husbands help.
I knew it was telepathic because I don't think he moved his lips.

The Rare Red Ducks

Not last night but the night before I heard my husband talk in his sleep. He said something like 'well if you want to argue then....' So when he awoke I was just about to ask him if he had any dreams and he started to tell me one while his eyes were still unopened. He said we were strolling down a park walkway and approached a family of beautiful rare red ducks. The said they had a beautiful bright red coat and a brown head and a bright yellow beak. He was amazed at their beauty and how lucky we were to find them. That's when I pushed them out of their nest! He turned to me and said "YOU ARE SO MEAN!" Twice.

I guess I am a bit mean, but I would never harm a duck. I might ruffle a few feathers now and then but only because you've got to make birds fly. That's the only thing I can think of, but the bottom line is, mean is mean, no matter what your intent. ;(

The Kiss

This dream came right after the Georgia dream.
Somehow I felt like I was still in Georgia but that may only be becuase I just dreamed about it, I just can't tell. So anyway, in the dream it was nice outside and suddenly I found myself strolling into a fancy eccentric club of some sort. It was pretty dark and there was some entertainment there, the only lights may have been those white sparkly lights at least I think there were lights. Mike Doughty was sitting on a chair. I walked over and sat down on his lap and gave him a kiss, well he just couldn't refuse it. And so we kissed for about minute. Well maybe it was really like 5 seconds. That was the end of that dream.

But you know kiss doesn't really mean a kiss all the time. Sometimes it means talking. Why? Because you are using your lips, and lips form words. It could have been a communication dream of some sort, but it sure was sweet!

The Georgia Wedding

Last night my husband and I needed to get to Florida, there was a 1,000.00 prize there waiting for us. I saw the plane tickets, they routed us to Texas and connected to Florida but somehow Florida ended up as Georgia. The thought of spending money to fly to Georgia to get a 1,000.00 prize never entered my mind but anyway... so the next thing you know we were at a little church in Georgia which was adjacent to a tented area filled with ugly vintage furnishings; oak chairs with ugly mustard yellow cushions, and the like. Not only was the furniture vintage but so weren't the people there. They were like something out of a 70's movie, or yet even todays movies which keep portraying these southern men as a patriotic Jackie Gleason with a southern drawl or an elder 50 year old washed up bible thumping southern bell with a frilly dress, and talk about nepotists. Everyone knew everyone. So my husband was told he had one minute to pick out a thousand dollars worth of this old looking furniture. So he did. I recall after a few moments someone shouting "you have five seconds left" and wondering if my husband could actually get 1,000.00 worth of crap out of this deal. All I could think of was how much it was going to cost us to ship this stuff back home. While we were strolling outside on the sidewalk afterward I expressed my concern and my husband said we could do it with about 60 bucks and somehow I believed it.
After this craziness we were given a room for the night and we were invited to a wedding which took place right there at the chapel, which was adjacent to the prize tent, which was adjacent to the room we were given. I asked where the bathroom was because of course I had to freshen up and get into something nice to wear, and someone pointed to the back of the chapel. I proceeded to walk up the isle by the people who were already sitting in the pews, dressed and chit chatting, waiting for the wedding. The good thing was that it was very laid back and I didn't feel very rushed. There was plenty of time. I ended up wearing a green shirt and a beautiful green wooden-bead necklace. There was another brown necklace that I noticed looked nice with my green necklace but it turns out the brown one was attached to another shirt. But I looked fine anyway.
So I emerged from the bathroom, walked back down through the chapel and down to the alcove where people were relaxing at tables and random food was being served at little food stations but not hor's deurves, other foods. Like deserts. My husband found some red velvet cake with a fluffy white cream frosting and next to it a bowl of some sort of strawberry dipping sauce that he died over, and normally he's not too much on sweets. Then I saw the couple who was to be married out of the corner of my eye, she wasn't a very big girl, she had dark straight hair. I don't know if I even saw the groom but I knew he was standing next to her.

That, pretty much, was the end of this dream. Sorry it's sortof like a cliffhanger. I expected to see the wedding at least, nevermind go home. Maybe they'll be a part II some day.

The Cathedrals

I just remembered a quick dream I had over the Easter weekend. I took a bus into Canada and saw a row of Cathedrals and beautifully architected high rises which scared me they were so high. Matter of fact, I think they scared me so much I ended the dream.

Amalia and Amazing Colorful Dream

I went to get a haircut on the Friday before Easter. After I sat down on the chair, my hairdresser Amalia told me she had a dream about me and that very same day I had called her to make the apointment and she was shocked when she got my call. She explained that she usually has nightmares and this was the most amazing, wonderful dream she ever had. I asked her to describe it. She started by saying, "you lived way up high on a mountaintop" and right then I knew it was a spiritual dream. She continued with the following 'you lived in a huge place that I cannot describe, like a---I interrupted 'like a hotel?' and she said surprised by my surmising "yes, like a hotel, a huge hotel!" She said everyone was there to do things for me and I was very accomodating, allowing thousands of people to walk the grounds, coming in and out, young children with bags, couples. Basically she said they were all very good people. She said there was a beautiful garden, everything was colorful and majestic. Everyone was happy. I asked her if a man was there and she stopped to think for a while and said yes that a man was there to wait on me, but she said everyone waited on me.
I then told her a dream I had years ago about being in a hotel lobby in a hottub and I suddenly realized it was MY hotel, MY hottub and everyone was there to accomodated me. Then a man named Cristos came and walked me around the the grounds of the hotel to talk about peace going down the drain. We walked around a garden path. I didn't see thousands of people but I saw ten or twenty.

Then Amalia's husband came in to to visit her and she told him I was Denise. He said 'oh Amalia dreamed about you'. He witnessed that Amalia had never had a good dream and this was the first one he could ever recall.

I told Amalia I had a way of making people dream but never anything like this before.

I thoroughly enjoyed this Easter season because of this spiritual connection and the previous one about the linens. I'm not quite sure if it would be the same without these types of fulfillments and I'm unsure what that would be like because I have to say I usually do have a sort of experience that makes me feel like there is something there in the unseen world-- and that's a good good thing.

In Synch

This has happened. It's happened maybe five or six times now. I'd love to find out how it works. Well, our cat, who sleeps at my feet, woke us up at around 4 a.m. by making that aweful hucking noise that cats make, the one they make when they have a hairball, or in my cat's situation, probably hucking up a piece of bird. Anyway, I was woken out of a dream. Half awaken I told my husband that I was just about to get into our brand new upstairs tub, I ran a bubble bath and had a rose scented candle in the palm of my hand which would dimly light the room and sooth me with it's scent. I had just locked the bathroom door when the cat made his announcement. He, half awaken, told me that he was just about to get into our brand new shower in our new bathroom in the basement, with me!!!

Follow-up to the Palm Sunday dream.

I found this online indicating there were two sheets at Jesus burial:

"Simon Peter, following him, also came up, went into the tomb, saw the linen cloth lying on the ground, and also the cloth that had been over his head; this was not with the linen cloth but rolled up in a place by itself." (John 20:6-7).

Shroud believers hold that the linen cloth refers to the Shroud of Turin, while the other cloth refers to the Sudarium of Oviedo.

The Sudarium of Oviedo has resided in the Cathedral of Oviedo in Spain since the 8th century. This small 83x53 centimeters (2.75x1.75 feet approx.), bloodstained piece of linen cloth, is revered as one of the burial cloths mentioned in the Gospel of St. John. The Sudarium of Oviedo is traditionally held to be the cloth that covered the head of Jesus.

In The Wee Slumbering Hours of Palm Sunday

In the wee hours of Palm Sunday, which I didn't know was Palm Sunday--I actually thought the 17th was Easter, I dreamed a very spritual dream. I was at a house where both my division Manager and a co-worker were there also, it seemed to be a party--well anyway, the part I remember most: I was walking behind the house, up a set of wooden stairs into a screened in porch. I walked past a little girl. I had in my hand a thick soft white cloth with what seemed like a fetus wrapped in it, but it was supposed to have been Jesus. Not baby Jesus, but a dead crucified Jesus only the size of a fetus, couldn't have been more than a foot in length. As I was walking up the stairs the little girls voice from behind me said very clearly "Jesus was wrapped between TWO sheets!" That startled me because the Jesus I was holding was wrapped in one, at least that's what I figured. I placed the corpse into a small wooden box which I knew was his tomb. The box itself was small, even a tad bit smaller than the corpse but I made it fit, then I closed the box with it's cover.
When I awoke, I knew I should go to church since I missed it the week before and I knew it was within the Easter season, so I got up, went foodshopping, came home and got ready for church. When I arrived at church everyone was congregating outside with palms as they were the first day I attended St. Matthias 3 years ago. We marched in the procession, went inside, and rather than the sermon there was a 3 page narration of some bible story ending with Jesus going to the tomb. It stated that Joseph wrapped him in cloth and placed him in the tomb.
I later asked my husband about the ancient burial ways, and he stated that they used two sheets and sewed them together so now I am spending a bit of time researching this piece of information. I'm reading Mark 15 and it simply states Jesus was wrapped in linen. I'll need to look into it just a bit more.