Category Archives: 1995 Dreams

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)

 

2/13/95

I’m dreaming but I know I’m dreaming. It’s like I can control the dream – maybe. But I feel like first I have to find the right program. And it seems like I’m fiddling with a computer sort of. The backgrounds remind of  different wallpapers for computers and I scroll through them looking for something with moons and stars. I don’t find it before I wake up but I am not frustrated. I just feel like if I keep looking and trying to find it, I will.

Dreamer’s comments: Seems like I am supposed to practice persistence.

 

3/1/95

#1

Was in St. Joseph’s school (my elementary school) in the basement eating. It must have been a reunion except Ellen was there too I think though she did not attend that school. Everything was fruits and vegetables and delicious and refreshing.

#2

I am walking down Seneca Avenue. It is raining. Mary Hirsch lived in my Mom’s old house. I decided to stop to see if I could borrow an umbrella. She was on the phone (what’s new). She showed me around. There were lots of changes to the house I didn’t care for. One was a movable wall to open up the downstairs bedroom. When she moved it, the plaster bottom fell into puzzle pieces shaped like different things and we had to fit it back together.

Dreamer’s comments: There are none recorded on this page. It seems to me that the first would indicate a good solid beginning for me as a child. The second I’m just not sure. I lived in the Seneca Street house with my mother until I was 21 I think, maybe longer. She always talked about adding a small bathroom in the closet which was located on the movable wall in the dream. She never did. I thought it was a crazy idea. Maybe that is what that is all about.

 

3/16/95

I dreamt we were in a cabin.  I don’t know who “we” were except that Bambi may have been there. The cabin was on the side of a mountain. The road ran by it and across the road was a parking area. There was a murder. I was not a participant. I’m not sure I was even an observer. There was a message written in blood on the wooden floor. The only word I can remember from it is “accountant”. I couldn’t wait to get out of there and went across the road to the parking area where my “jimmy” was and left. This whole dream is very hazy and I’m not certain I’m remembering it right.

Dreamer’s comments: Kind of hard to analyze this it’s so old. The only thing that springs to mind is the demize of the accountant where Joe worked. He was let go on sexual harrassment charges. Joe added his job to the one he was already doing. Can’t remember the exact timing of that incident.

 

3/21/95

I dreamt I was riding a horse with someone. We each had our own. And then I seemed to consciously think “I don’t want to be riding a horse. I’d never own a horse.” and the dream stopped.

Then I dreamt I moved on to play hockey.  The door to the rink was locked but one of my friends knew how to unlock it. I was with my high school friends I think – at least Diana. This seemed to be the second time I dreamed of playing hockey with friends and I knew the routine. I knew they would bring me skates and cheek black etc. I told the others what would be happening and it did. I asked a guy behind me to cut my braids. They were in the way of my helmet. Diana would not let me. They called our team to the ice but I wasn’t ready. I didn’t have my skates on. I woke up.

Dreamer’s 1995 comments at the bottom of the page read “I can’t help thinking that these dreams are another illustraton of the control we all have through choice in our lives. An issue that has been popping up for me a lot lately is visiting Aunt Helen and talking to Nina. (Nina is my mother. Although passed now she was alive at the time of these dreams and I believe that her sister,  my Aunt Helen, was in a nursing home a few towns over.  My mother and I would talk when we would go to visit her and my Mom would reminisce about her past which was something she rarely did. She once told me she did not have a happy past and so did not like to talk about or be reminded of it.)

Further comment as of today… These are lucid dreams though I may not have really realized it at the time.

 

Page dated 3/18/95

I dreamt I was staining a new cabinet which was going somewhere in my new house. I was pleased with how it was turning out.

Later I dreamt we adopted a big older red dog that had been abused. I loved her dearly. I called her “Red”.

Dreamer’s comments: The cabinet… I don’t know. I do remember that dog though. I could not stop thinkiing about that dog for days. I’m sure it was an Irish Setter. Even though that dog was a dream dog, when I think of it, I love her all over.  Even 21 years later…

 

Page dated 3/12/95

I dreamt about Joe being really skinny and wearing a brown suit.

Later I dreamt about buying and selling houses.

Dreamer’s comments:  I have never known Joe to be really skinny.  He has lost lots of weight before, but it generally comes right back and I really think he looks better with a bit of meat on his bones.  Plus I think it’s his “nature”.  Buying and selling houses would be nothing new.  I am not a real estate agent, but if I were I could have made a ton of money just on my/our constant moving. 

Page dated 1/24/95

There were a whole lot of flow charty, mappy looking things that were supposed to represent the State regulations of various agencies. I was trying to figure out how they overlapped and streamline the system

I saw E J. Pratt coming down the street in a dress. He was complaining about how hard it was to find good looking clothes in his sizes. Karen Burch gave him some of hers and was going to help him shop. People were traveling to his house taking clothes.

I lived on a farm on top of a hill. I was asleep in a chair. I woke up when the cat jumped on me. Billy Karl was there. We started laughing at my two kids. A bus stopped out front and someone got out – Maz? — Then all kinds of people started showing up and before I knew it I was having a party. I was sitting on one side of the house? barn? at a picnic tale with Larkey Gram on a cell phone when two guys – brothers – came around the building to check things out. (Matlock? Utecht?  Neither are brothers but they lived on Grandview I remember.) I hadn’t realized there were so many people and went in to see. There were lots of kids – small olnes – I didn’t know. I woke up.

Dreamer’s comments: Hahahaha What a mish mash. E. J. Pratt was the guy who ran the county print shop. I was his boss sort of. His hair was long like a woman’s and stringy. Karen Burch was also a county employee who worked for the Legislature. She dressed very nice. E.J. wore too tight jeans and tee shirts but it didn’t matter as no one ever saw him. My house may have represented my first house which was out in the country and sort of on a hill. We did have lots of parties there and kids were always welcome even though I only had one myself. What I was doing seemed like it may have been a convolution of the County-wide Xerox contract. I just don’t know. I think the problem was I either drank or I ate a bowl of hot chili before I wnt to bed and got everything all mixed up!… LOL