Page dated 3/21/99

Ordered Tabouli at a stand that was enclosed in a larger building. There were tables all around the stand but still inside. Carol and Tony Capito sat on one side of the building. I was sitting on the other. They came over and looked at my Tabouli which didn’t look at all ike Tabouli. When I tasted it, it tasted good and I ate the whole thing even though it didn’t look like it was supposed to.

Dreamer’s Comments: There is nothing on the page to indicate any impression I may have had after this dream. I will say though, that here I am years later and it kind of makes sense. Tony has evidently been complaining that “our” crowd never calls them anymore for cards or the guys for golf. I think it’s because things just aren’t ths same as they used to be since we all retired. They got very involved in their grandchildren’s lives and never seemed to have time for us so we quit calling. The Tabouli just didn’t look like it was supposed to anymore!!!  Funny how these years ago dreams suddenly make sense.

 

Page dated 8/9/17

I went downtown with Abby. I was driving my old 1964 Mustang but it was white. I couldn’t find a place to park. Abby pointed one out to me and I took it. It was on the street. I think there might have been going to be a parade. It was very crowded. Abby saw a woman she took a class from . They chatted and we moved on. Then Abby told me she wanted that woman to mentor her but she was afraid to ask. I encouraged her to find that woman and ask. At one point we were standing in the alcove in front of a store. Abby turned to Jackie Marcellin who stood behind her and boasted about how good she was at designing. I felt a bit disgusted at how she was acting. Abby and I got separated somehow. I could not find my car. I wandered up and down both sides of the street looking for it. I asked several people if they had seen Abby. Andrew McCarthy told me she took the bus home. I ran into the woman Abby had wanted for a mentor. I told her since Abby would not. She very gently told me no. She said Abby could not take direction, was too opinionated and thought her way was the only way. It was not at all flattering and hard for me to hear. I thanked her for her honesty. I tried to find a landline so I could call home. I woke up.

Dreamer’s comments: Abby is moving to NYC tomorrow (crowded street). It is my opinion that she is not going to make it there (woman’s opinion of her). Her job offered her the relocation. She hates her job although I think she is good at it (boasting). I am afraid. (I cannot find my car and I am too far away from her to help and I can’t find a phone.) I think the message here is to just let go. Let go and let her make her own way without my intervention.

 

Page dated 3/22/95

I went to Toronto with Dawn. For some reason I kept hearing a voice that told me that Toronto was an Indain home. We went to see a movie/show about Indians. I found the whole thing fascinating. Dawn kept flirting with the guys sitting in front of us (they were Indians) I really hadn’t noticed them until I saw people getting up and leaving. I heard someone walking up the aisle say “fire”. Dawn said “yes, there is a fire and we have to leave.” I was bummed. The movie was good and I wanted to see the rest. As we left I didn’t see a fire but the usher said we could not go out the front door where we were parked and to go out the back. I didn’t want to walk all the way around so we stuck to the front door. It was on fire so we found a side door and left. We got in the car and drove away.

Dreamer’s comments: On the page I have noted that my family was going to Toronto in two weeks to see Phantom of the Opera. Dawn is married to a Seneca Indian and I am reading a book about Indians.

One interestng fact since then is that Dawn’s marriage “went up in flames” so to speak and she divorced her Indian and is now married to another man. I got to see the whole Phantom play.  :o)

 

Page dated 10/14/98

I think I am in a large park. I am wandering along a path and there is a pretty wide river to my right. People are rowing boats in the river.

I come upon what looks like a spirit of some sort. I think it looks just like me and I recognize it as a lost soul… MY lost soul. It seems to be talking to me but I can’t hear a word and I get the impression it is like an unheard parent. It talks and talks and seems to be wanting to give me a message but, like a child, I am not listening.

Eventually, it turns upward and seems to just hover in wait for me. I am engrossed in watching the people on the river and also it seems I have something on my mind. I just want to “zone out” and think about what’s going on. I can see inside my body is a lot of tangled ‘string’ with lots of knots in it and recognize this as a problem I need to solve. My “spirit” just silently hovers and allows me to struggle with sorting out what seems like my mistakes. Each time I look, I see it is still trying to talk to me but I still don’t hear a thing.

Finally, I say please either help me figure this out, or quit talking. All of a sudden I am in one of the boats floating down the river. My spirit, lost soul, is in the boat with me. I see the mess inside me begin to straighten out and all the knots are coming loose. I become calmer and know that it is the work of my spirit/soul. I wake up.

Dreamer’s comments: I remember this dream like I had it last night. On the page I have noted “I wonder if my soul feels like a parent and I wonder if it gets as frustrated with me as I do parenting my daughter.”

Here is the thing… what really came out of that dream was a new way for me to ‘move on’ from things that distress me. Whenever I am crazed by something, I imagine myself in a boat floating down a stream. I wave good bye to people/things/events that bother me that I plainly see standing on the shore and let them pass out of my point of view. If things come up that I don’t like, I ball them up and throw them overboard. I do this until eventually I end in a large pool of calm water that gently rocks me in my boat. I am free. I have let everything that bothers me go and left it up river never to be seen again.

 

Page dated 10/11/98

I came upon the same person who was sitting by the river a dream or so back only this time she was strolling down what looked like an overgrown path through some woods. I wondered how I got there. She told me I was thinking wrong and that I didn’t need anything because I already have everything which is the first lesson and I can have any thing at any time. Instant manifestation is a law and then she issued a warning I’ve heard many times, “Be careful what you wish for” and to be prepared for the consequences of every wish. She advised me to practice controlled thinking, conscious thinking. She laughed and continued past me. When I turned around she was gone.

Dreamer’s comments: “I hope I meet her again soon.” is written on the page. “I turned around to ask her what the story was when it came to karma but she was gone.”

 

Page dated 10/1/98 nap

I came upon what I considered to be a sort of ugly deformed person sitting by a river.  I was sort of feeing bad for her.  She looked up and me and said “Sex is a form of looking for love and acceptance on the outside, when in fact, love is a quality everyone has and is found on the inside. Look in there and soak up so much of it you have leftovers to give.” Then she smiled and turned absolutely beautiful and I instantly knew the meaning of “feel the love.”

Dreamer’s Comments: Even though this dream is 20+ years old, I can still remember it. I have Wow Wow Wow written on the bottom of the page and I still want to say Wow Wow Wow.  I also wrote “is she me?”

 

Page dated 8/17/98

Karen Young, and I, and Poochie and Joe were going to some bar place in Buffalo. I saw Dea Hart there. She said I looked better with my sweater (blue) off (red/white shirt). I stayed late. When leaving, I was going too fast to see the signs. Karen was not watching. I ended up going off on an “on” ramp. A truck was stopped there. It was stuck under a sign. That stopped me. I turned around and a police man was there. He was going to give me a ticket I think but when he found out I was from out of town, he gave me directions instead. I was not sure of them but felt they were better than nothing. I forgot the dog so went back to the bar to get her. It was now 4 a.m. and I wanted to call home to let everyone know I was okay. Karen said to use the phone in the kitchen. I saw a neat phone with two receivers wrapped up in Saran wrap on the counter. (It seemed like a very high counter to me.) I thought it was neat and picked up one of the receivers. I looked up and some guy was looking at me. I don’t know if he saw me pick the phone up. I was not sure I was really supposed to be using it. so I put it back quickly. I went back into the bar to use the phone there. It was a rotary. I put in my 25 cents and dialed but there was no stop to the rotary so I wasn’t sure what number I was dialing. My Mom answered. She told me she had Chronic Fatique Syndrom. I asked her to call Joe and tell him I was okay. I wondered where Joe had gone. I thought he had started out with us. But now he was gone. Joe Bowser came to the bar to pick up his baby. His baby was a little girl with yellow hair wearing a yellow sleeper. At some point near the end of the dream, he was waiting for me so I could follow him home.

Dreamer’s comments: There are no notes on the page except for at the point where the police officer gave me directions, I evidently thought they led to a High School as I have “H.S.” noted in the margin. I laugh about Dea Hart noticing my outfit. I don’t know why she was in the dream, but that is exactly what she would do if she saw me; ie, give me fashion advice. I always get the impression she thinks she is just a bit better/smarter than I am whenever I do see her. I must have been frustrated using the phone if there was no stop. I find it interesting  that although I was not able to contact whoever it was I wanted to, I did make contact with my mother.  Joe Bowser and Dea Hart are both old acquaintances who played their parts perfectly, one being helpful and the other not. 

 

Page dated 8/12/98

Joe and I were trying to take our daughter, Abby, to see the Pope for her birthday. Joe knew the bartender at the Elks Club who said he could help. He knew someone with the last name Moses that knew how to get in but he wouldn’t tell Joe how to find him. I said I knew Carol Moses and maybe she would know how to find him. We went outside and Tony Capito came along and kissed us and Mitch Simon, who was sittng in the middle of the road.

There was an old man eating a tray full of assorted shaped sugar donuts.

Dreamer’s comments: No notes on the page and I have not a clue what this might mean, if anything. Abby has always had unusual birthday parties but the Pope makes no sense at all. Makes me wonder where this stuff comes from!  Lots of religious references in there:  Pope, Moses, Simon.   Hmmmmm……

 

Page dated 8/9/98

I wanted to do stand-up comedy. Everywhere I go I find I can’t unless my brothers have been there first. I want to do it on my own. (There is more to it. It was very strange. Like there was an invisitble connecting cord or something.)

Dreamer’s comments: First I have no brothers; and second, I cannot see myself doing stand up comedy. Maybe this is a parody of my real life? Maybe it is just a stand up comedy act and I should not take it seriously? Or maybe I need help from invisible brothers? Beats me!