beckydreams

I've been busy and haven't really been remembering my dreams. This is the first couple dreams I've remembered in a long time.

I was driving to somewhere in Hudson, where I think Sue lived. I kept looking for the entrance to her neighbourhood, which I vaguely remembered was a condo or gated community. Before I could find it, I noticed a large tree about to come down. I slowed to a stop and rolled down the window to talk to the guy who was trying to push down the tree, directing it into a neighbour's yard. He succeeded without any damage to the neighbour's property.

Dream morphed into some kind of Magic dream. I found some card called "Monkey". It must have been Unglued, because it's ability was to turn "on" whenever you got 11 mana, and then everyone had to run away. Controller could "stop" Monkey at any time for no mana cost.

Silly.

Standing in the kitchen in my house, Alan was leaving and he hugged me, kissed my forehead and told me he loved me. First dream of him in awhile, as always with the deep feelings of tenderness, and with Frank, present as always, in the living room. Only difference this time is I was worried about Frank's reaction, while in previous dreams I knew he was fine with it.

OH I remember one more dream. There was some kind of silent auction or something, run by managers at work, with various articles behind glass. I was considering purchasing a funky lava-type lamp for the boys' room, but they didn't have room in their room for it. I think there was more to this dream, but I forget.

Started out with me slipping in the ocean. Had toys, wanted privacy. Various interruptions made that impossible.

Started with a guy who came off a bus; he was big and scary looking. I avoided him easily, swimming under the surface and into underwater caves.

The shore was filthy, so I tried not to swim too near it. There were families walking along the shore.

There was a mother and four daughters. They were on some rocks camping, having a snack. They just up and left and walked across the water (it became temporarily frozen), and Maggie and I (and someone else I forget) cleaned up after them.

People came by, and, giving up on the toys, I tried to stash them. Dream morphed into a plane dream.

There were many of us crammed onto a plane with no seats. I remember Victoria, Erica, Dave and Hawk, the Makis, Alan, Maggie. I learned that Erica and Dave and Victoria caught lice.

We were just sitting around the plane when suddenly it started to plummet. Jeff and Ginny look at each other knowingly, because they had been on a plane that plummeted, and survived it, and they knew how terribly people could panic. They knew there was no use in worrying though. What good would that do?

The plane plummeted, and we all felt the pressure change. I did not panic, and I don't think other passengers did, either. But the plane did not level up. I looked around at all the faces as I waited to die.

The captain spoke over the speaker, reassuring people, but I knew it was all just to ward away mass hysteria.

In order to keep people calm, a program came up on the television. It was my Dad in chef uniform grimly speaking to the passengers. His words were innocuous - just a cooking program - but it was obvious, to me anyway, that Dad knew that the plane was going to crash, and his only child would die on it.

I just waited... and the crash never came. At some point within the dream, I realized it was a dream, and I was incredulous. I kept saying over and over, "It was just a dream?? It was all a dream???"

Was at some kind of acting audition. Missed my time slot, but I saw in the sky these huge birds flying overhead - reminded me of birds out of Elfquest.

I went to the window and called the birds, and one enormous bird flew down to me. I saw the body of the bird was actually that of a man covered in soft brown feathers.

I reached my hands up, and he grasped me with his feet and pulled me into the air. I was not afraid of falling, because he hefted me up onto his chest and held me snug. I felt warm and safe and free, and I ended up making love with him as we flew through the air.

Sucky dream. Recounted it to Frank in chat. Will just paste here.


Woke from a horrible dream
Elijah, Liam and Xavier were playing in the pool. Like, right now. The cover was partially pulled out, and they were jumping in and having a good time. I got enraged. It was one of my impotent rage dreams
Brought Elijah home, and started smacking him in the face. I never connected well, and really I just wanted to give him one solid smack

Got madder and madder.

"You should know better, how could you be so stupid, what's the matter with you, where did I go wrong?" Those kind of things channeled into rage

That's pretty much it

I think it was partly triggered by the barefoot on retention pond incident, along with the worry I've been feeling about his behavior, along with that 24 episode where the dad backhanded his son across the face

Starting off the dream, I was an activist trying to persuade people to use less oil. Held a gathering of my friends in a field. Got them all drunk on brandy.

When we awoke the next day, everyone went their way.

Frank and I entered a huge house. We had to find our way out. It didn't seem that hard - I mean a big house like that has to have many entrances. We couldn't exit the way we came in.

As time wore on and we explored room by room, I became less and less optimistic and Frank seemed to become more and more carefree. Confident that we would get out despite not having yet found a way.

There was a brick fireplace that went up through the middle of the house. On the second or third floor, Frank decided he wanted to enter the fireplace in order to look out through some slats in the brick (the slats were way too narrow to fit through - they were like peepholes).

I thought it was too dangerous to risk crossing the chasm of the fireplace just to look through a couple holes to the outside. We could see the outside through windows and such. Frank was downright chirpy, reassuring me that he wouldn't fall. He would just walk across that narrow branch that spanned the gap, and "Here, just hold this rope." And he placed some rope in my hand. It was narrow hemp rope.

I held the rope, bracing myself across the entrance to the fireplace. (At this time I noticed I was pregnant.) He started walking across the branch, and I felt the rope tighten. I doubted I could support his full weight, so I worried.

He got across, and there was a ledge on the other side where he could stand to look out the peepholes. The ledge was larger than I had expected, and I felt relief that he wouldn't just fall down the shaft and die. He has always had better spatial sense than I have; I figured he knew all along that this was relatively safe.

But it wasn't safe for me. He walked back across the log and climbed out of the fireplace, but somehow I got knocked or pulled in.

I started swirling around like a whirlpool. The fireplace became a large basin full of water, and I was spiraling downward. I wondered what would happen on the other side of the hole. Would I die? I was pretty sure Frank would not be there.

But there was no turning back, now. I worried Frank would never find his way out of the house. I worried for my baby.

FLORIDA HOTEL PARTY

From this past night.

Flew down to Florida with Dad and Frank. Was in a HUGE, exotic hotel suite, with all glass walls that opened out to the beachfront. The suite was full of small lagoons and fountains and pools, some with living animals in them.

A tiny, fluffy poodle came out of an airshaft. I worried that Frank would hate the thing, but he didn't care as long as the dog stayed away from him. I found the poodle some kibble, but then I found what was apparently its room, which had a dog bed, a pile of dog food and a heap of baked beans and franks on the floor.

People started showing up. At first, it felt like Small World Syndrome, but when more people showed up, I knew something was up.

It was a party for me. There were hundreds of people there. People I knew, people my Dad knew, people with whom I had little acquaintance - all were there and putting on musical numbers for me. At one point, I decided to join in, so I brought a slew of exhausted sparklers into the ocean and started to dance with them, but I kept dropping them. I decided to just watch and not participate from that point.

I reentered the suite, and I saw in one pool a mother turtle sitting backwards on top of a father turtle. She was giving live birth to a baby turtle. They looked like giant painted turtles, about the size of snappers. The birth went fine.

A woman told me, "I need to find some frog killer". I was appalled, of course, and asked her to explain. Apparently there was a frog on her bed in her hotel room, and she hates frogs. I told her to bring me to her room and I will remove the frog.

At her room, my vision dimmed. I didn't make it to her bedroom, but I saw a bit of movement, brown on brown, on the carpet. I squatted down and cupped my hand. Somehow, though I could barely see, I herded the frog into my hand and caught it. I showed it to her, and she confirmed it was the frog from her bed.

I took the frog outside and put it into a small pool. The frog found a rock, and it tried to climb up. Having been an indoor frog, it fell off the rock a couple times. A few other frogs climbed up the rock ahead of my frog, but in the end my frog was a quick learner and managed to climb up even better than the others, and he clung comfortably to the top of the rock. During my dream, the frog reminded me of Elijah.

I went looking for Elijah. I walked along the island (if it was an island) calling "Elijah! Elijah!" At one point, I walked by a fenced-off swimming pool that was very crowded. Someone from inside the fence was calling "Elijah" too. I thought that was funny. I called "Elijah" a couple of more times, then everyone around went silent and stared at me. I looked around and saw I was surrounded by black and hispanic people, and I felt like they were glaring at me, furious. Like I didn't belong. The woman who had been calling "Elijah" before said, "My kid's named Elijah," and I laughed, "Oh, I have a kid named Elijah, too." Then everybody laughed, and I felt I could pass on through. I think maybe they thought I was going to kidnap their kid.

I walked up a city hill (reminiscent of San Fran). I came to a train that wound slowly around a block. On the train were platters of food. Xavier jumped out from behind the cheese car, and since I worried he'd get crushed by the train, I picked him up and carried him.

That's all I can remember.

No interpretation of this dream as of yet. Very convoluted. Lots of animals, which often represent something. Frogs mean change, growth, rebirth. Turtles mean versatility, the ability to go with the flow.

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ORCHARD AND AL CARON

Poignant dream from a few days ago.

Dad, Frank, the boys and I were in an orchard. I wasn't interested in picking apples, so Frank and the boys went off for a bit and picked.

The orchard was situated on a hill. Looking down from the hill, I was presented with a puzzle. There was a bridge with strange bits of debris all over it. The puzzle was to conclude from the evidence what happened. I don't think I figured it out before somehow a "replay" began. There was a parachuting company that was taking people on a parachute tour. Below the bridge was a deep gully, like a chasm. Jared and Liam were there. The bus parked on the bridge, and as people started to unload, the bus lost its ability to brake or drive, so it started to roll back and forth along the bridge. As people got out, some equipment got ruined and broken and left on the bridge. Eventually everyone managed to unload and jump off the bridge. So that's how all the junk got on the bridge. *shrug*

Back at the orchard, the kids had found some raspberry bushes. I thought, "Yay! Autumn raspberries!" and picked with them. As usual, we ate more off the vine than we collected - standard picking procedure. I found a farmer and said, "I'm so happy you have raspberries! How much for a box?" He apologized and said, "Sorry Ma'am, we only have raspberry picking every 4 days, since it's the end of the season." I felt a little guilty, but I thanked him and went on my way, not telling him we had actually already picked berries.

We left. I think the boys stayed with Frank, and I went with Dad toward his car. On our way out, I picked what looked like a giant raspberry with only 4 segments, and I ate it. Dad didn't say anything, but later when we were out of hearing distance, he mildly chastised me for "taking that plum". I didn't realize it was a plum. I didn't feel guilty; I just felt bad that he was disappointed in me.

We were unable to locate his car and had to backtrack. As we were looking, I got sidetracked by Al Caron and 2 of his friends on bicycles. I followed them, wondering if they were stoned. I hear he had or has a drug problem, and I was concerned and curious. As I followed them, somehow keeping up with the bikes, I noticed the friends were acting stoned.

I followed Al to his home, and I knew it would have been fine with him, probably, if I just went in. But I couldn't remember what part of the house he lived in now, or if his parents shared the place, still. I didn't want to intrude. While I waited in his foyer, I drew a picture of the solar system with an orange crayon.

Dream is a bit fuzzy here.

I went outside and wandered around. There was a big party going on, with graduates. I don't think it was a graduation party. It was just a party where people took out all their old graduation robes and marched in formation. I don't remember who the party was for.

I was in a parking lot. Looking up, I saw a pine tree with what looked like white balloons hanging in it. I looked more closely, and they were owls. Someone else howled at them, or made some sort of loud noise which startled them awake. One by one, they started flying down, FALLING down, really, out of the tree, and they would bounce off me and fly off. They weren't attacking me; they were just launching themselves off my chest. I assumed they were doing it to other people who were near, but I noticed they wouldn't drop straight down but veered directly to me.

Al came out and invited me on a boat ride. He said, "I think I should get the Family Boat." I had no clue what that meant, but he came around driving essentially a small barge with only one long bench on it. There was no place to hang on, and this boat was... highly maneuverable. He drove it like a madman, and I knew that the fun of "The Family Boat" was in staying on as long as you could. He was demonstrating what it could do. Eventually he said, "And then I can even do this" and he made the boat lift its nose out of the water and capsize onto its back. I was under the water, game over, and I woke up.


Not sure about anything in this dream. The owls were significant. I don't know what Al represents, but if I had to guess I would say the spiritual side of nature. I think the orchard was basically exploring family dynamics. The bus-bridge was because I've picked up lateral thinking puzzles recently.

Now owls... I've only dreamt of owls a couple times. I don't know much about owls. I know the lore of them being very "wise" and such, but I know that they are actually fairly stupid birds. They live under cover of darkness, shrouded in mystery. They are silent, lethal predators. They care for their young.

I am tempted to look up traditional dream interpretation to find out what others think owls represent, but I don't want to taint the interpretation of my dreams by what others think. But maybe if I read something that makes sense, I would recognize it... I just don't know much about owls. Okay, I'll look it up.

"In the American Indian tradition, the owl is considered to be the eagle of the night. Dreaming about owls is a powerful dream, which may indicate that changes are on the way.

often associated with intuition, clairvoyance and clairaudience, the Owl’s energy is at its peak in the very heart of darkness.

Death and rebirth, releasing that which has outlived its benefit and usefulness in your life. Clearing a home or land of negative energy. Starting over in a new life or releasing the ties that kept you bound to the old one.

Owls have long been associated with both death and wisdom.

Owl knows that all apparent manner of death is in fact a liberation into a new life. Something must first be cleared away for anything new to be born. The pain and grief is extended and heightened when we try to hang on to what was because we believe that's the best we would ever have. The unknown can seem dreadfully forbidding, how will we cope, who will be there if we stumble, what if we fail?"

I kept the bits that seemed relevant to me, though I reserve my own judgment for future owl dreams. New tag.

Was sitting it an outdoor cafe with Alan who turned into Jon T near the end, and we were looking through the trees at the sky and watching people jumping out of planes. Parachutes opened, dozens of them, and they were all enormous, white, ghostly things that took up most of the sky. It was poignant.

We were on a coast with big, tall buildings around us. This was a military base, and all the people there were either military (mostly new recruits) or family. Frank was a new recruit, and I was family. We were playing board games, or Magic, I forget exactly. Basically enough to set the scene of general comraderie before all hell broke loose.

There was a strange carnival ride in the ocean, or so we thought... until shot the top of one building. At first everybody thought it was a mistake, but then it shot the other half of the building (a la 9/11).

Then we were being bombed. Out of the fog, lines of missiles started careening down on the facility. Looking at the pattern of the barrage of missiles, they surely could have destroyed us soon, but they didn't. They hit other buildings.

We had to decide what to do. There were shuttles and buses carrying people out of the area. Some people left on foot, diving into the water and reaching the shore quickly. Some were herded into the mass vehicles. I believe we chose to go in a vehicle, not herded, though I had misgivings. Frank and I stuck together, though there was always a third person with us. At first it was a gamer girl with a teddy bear, then there was another woman.

It was just us and the driver and the one other person. The driver took us through secret back tunnels, but still we were just going around and around in a spiral like a tall parking garage, making slow progress. Then we would drive across to another building and start spiraling down.

Through it all, Frank sat practically motionless without any expression. No emotion on his face, no furtive glances out the windows. We sat apart, and he left my attempts at converation unanswered. I felt effectively alone.

We finally got to the bottom, and I think we were getting off, but Frank didn't get off. I wondered why he stayed on the shuttle, whether it was intentional or not, but I didn't have time to run after the shuttle because a woman had fallen into the ocean and needed help.

I went to help, but I saw another woman already helping her. They were the two women we had been traveling with before. The helper had lost her teddy bear, so I figured I'd dive in after it and in that way I could help. But really it was completely unnecessary, so Frank and I had been unnecessarily separated.

Alan fished me out of the water, and then we were standing on the deck with a few stragglers watching the bombings in the distance. We had some uncertain sense of safety because they were bombing further and further away.


Frank thinks this might be almost portentous dream, talking about the nigh inevitable financial storm in our future. It is imperative that we stick together.

Reminder to myself.

CAN SNUGGLE

Woke up next to someone else. Frank out of room. This guy says, "it's okay, we can snuggle", so I snuggled him while waiting for Frank, then I really woke up and was snuggling Frank.


HUNG BY HIS HEELS

In Home Depot buying special lightbulbs. Some guy brought us some glasses of pond water. There were small organisms swimming in it. Frank beat a guy up (maybe the same one), hogtied him and strung him up by his heels in some remote aisle, leaving him for dead. As we were leaving, some HD employees caught us and made us come retrieve the guy. Frank somehow talked his way out of being in real trouble, and the guy he almost killed shrugged it off like it was no big deal.


RED-TAILED HAWK

In New York. Lots of people went on a trip. Frank and I in a car parked in front of large grocery store with window partially open. A red-tailed hawk flew into the window and landed in my lap. I was amazed and felt like I had the hawk's blessing, like it was trying to communicate something important to me. Occasionally it would fly out the window, or I would get out and try and let it go, but it always came back to me. I knew this was a potent sign.

Drove a little, saw Courtney outside some building, and I showed her the hawk. She examined it and said it had some kind of Blue something-or-other Disease, and that's why it was acting so strangely. It needed help, and it's spine was broken. I was a little ashamed to learn the hawk wasn't giving me help, but needed help, and that I wasn't special--I was just in the right place at the right time. But then, at the end of the dream, I considered the Hawk's message I had been trying to interpret all along, and that maybe it was trying to speak to me, just I didn't get the message right. It needed to get to the end of some street and be released there, but I still wasn't sure.... But there was hope, in the end, that there was something special between the hawk and me.