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.