I had a nightmare last night that my best friend and I went shopping. We went to a lot of stores. She was looking for a shirt for her husband and could not find one. We ran into Debbie in a store that was “Christmas crowded”. She was looking for a shirt for Larry. She had driven to a store quite a distance away in Avon (near Rochester) and found one but did not buy it because she wasn’t sure. I began to browse books that were shelved willy nilly so it was taking a long time to look them over. I picked one up called “Lucky Anne” for my sister but then I put it down to look at another and I lost it. When I stopped I could not find my friend OR Debbie. I went to electronics because I had seen them putting up racks there earlier and hanging pants on them so maybe there would be shirts too. My friends were not there so I tried to call Deb’s cell phone to see where they were in the store but my phone would not work. I could not find her number. I asked a clerk there (in electronics) to help me. He looked briefly and then said he could not help me. Then this little kid from a garage sale I recently had that had purchased and then fixed Abby’s camera was there, and he tried to fix it and he couldn’t. Then I went to the service desk and asked the person there and she took it and put it in a bag and hung it on the back wall. We got in an argument and I kept saying “give me my phone back” but she wouldn’t. I knew I was stuck with no way home and no way to contact anyone. I went out into the store and started yelling my friend’s name. There was no answer. I felt panicky and I woke up.
Dreamer’s comment: There was actually only one part of the dream/nightmare that stuck with me and that was the Lucky Anne book. So I texted my sister, Anne, and told her to buy a lottery ticket today. She is driving from NYS to SC so she said she would buy one along the way somewhere and let me know.
I dreamt I was playing games in an arcade somewhere. The game I was playing required me to toss 3 of the same color plastic coins into a small cup in front of a target for credit. There were a whole line of targets numbered one after another. Mitch Simon would hand me a picture card that represented the target I was working on. I would slide that into a slot in front of the target and it would activate. Then I would somehow fiddle with a wire hanging down in front of me and that would move the target to a place I was comfortable with. Jim Hammond was there and he seemed to be laughing at me because I could not do what was supposed to be done. Out of a line of maybe 20 I got the three coins in on one target only. The coins were red and green and blue and looked just like coins that came with a game I had when I was very small. At the end of the line of targets, it took me a while to realize I was out of targets. When I woke up my right hand was in the air and I was grabbing at a card that Mitch was handing me. I opened my eyes and thought I was laying on a cot that was right in the arcade in front of the game I had been playing. It seemed very real and I had to shake my head a couple of times to realize it had been a dream.
Dreamer’s comments: I am on painkillers and have been confned to my bed for over a week now. I am very tired of the monotony and am wondering if the drugs had something to do with the dream. The whole thing just seemed so surreal.
I dreamt my bedroom floor was covered with a light blue sheet or blanket of some sort. There was a tall skinny old naked man wandering around the room who kept mostly on the covering. He seemed to have lost his bowels on it in one corner and it stunk pretty bad. He sat down in the middle and began to cry. I did not know him. I assured him that accidents happen and that he did not have to worry about it. I stood him up and sat him in a chair in the corner and he watched as I rolled the covering up, stool and all, and took it out to the trash bin and discarded it. When I returned he was dead.
Dreamer’s comments: Not too sure what this could mean. I fought a lot of inner demons yesterday (impatience, rude behavior, pain reaction). I spent the morning in the local ER. After 5 hours of pain and nothing happening to help me, I gave up and walked out still in pain from a fall I took earlier in the week. I had told my husband on the way there that I felt like I was going to die that day. Obviously I did not. At one point I had to pee. I rang for assistance time and again and got none. I was found wandering down a hall looking for a bathroom and was asked who gave me permission to be wandering and I told them my 67 year old bladder would wait no longer. Could be that had something to do with producing such a dream. :o)
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.
I was in a small family owned grocery store. I was shoppng with my mother and my sisters. I seemed to be mostly wandering with my mother. She wanted to make a pork roast. I loved her pork roasts. She was shopping for the ingredients and the side dishes, etc. We were in the produce section which was right inside the front door. The fresh fruits were way in a back corner. The butcher stood behind a meat counter in the back. The whole middle row was meats in store coolers. The canned and dried goods had no order to them and just seemed to be thrown onto shelves randomly. My sister Susan wanted to make poached pears for some reason and we finally found her in the back corner with the fruit. My sister Anne wanted real mashed potatoes so she was in the front picking potatos from a bin and shoving them into a bag. I wanted pink applesauce so I was looking for bulk apples and red cinnamon candies. Nina picked up some parsnips and a rutabaga. Then she went to the back and went right behind the butcher’s counter and cut her own roast. The butcher watched from the side. I told him it was okay that she used to do this as a living when she and my dad had a grocery store. She chopped off the piece of meat she wanted, wrapped it up, put it on the scale and told the butcher to put a price on it while she wrapped up what was left for him. I woke up and that is exactly what I wanted to make for supper but I didn’t.
Dreamer’s comments: I’m not sure. This is a throw back maybe to my younger years. My mom and dad did own a grocery store and they did act as butchers and whatever else was needed. I did love her pork roast. I did love pink applesauce which my grandmother would make for me. I think I must need some comfort here. These are all comfort foods and comfort people I am surrounded by. I think I am looking for comfort. Interesting.
I dreamt about waterbeds last night. I dreamt I was sleeping on one. It felt wonderful – just like I was floating on a raft in a pool. So calming. So relaxing. I woke up.
Dreamer’s comments: As I woke up I remembered I had owned a waterbed in the early 80’s. It was such a comfortable thing. I lived in the woods at the time, newly married, and had sliding glass doors in my room that looked out onto the back field that had a few trees in it. I remembered the three-legged deer that liked to hang out under one of those trees and how I would go out to the front of my house and gather the apples that had fallen to the ground and take them back and put them under the tree for that deer. I had a baby and so was always home. One day I looked out there and saw a large black man in my field holding a rifle. I was initially afraid. I never saw anyone around my house that was not invited. So it was sort of alarming to see a big man with a rifle in my back field. I yelled out the door that he was on private property and to please not shoot my three legged deer who lived under the trees. He just was lost and asked me to point toward the road, which I did. He nodded to me and moved in the direction I indicated without firing a shot. In any event, I am wondering if they still make waterbeds and may look into it.
I dreamt a guy asked me to go to an event where I would have to dress up. I think it may have been someone’s wedding. I did not want to go because I knew another woman who really liked the guy and I did not want to hurt her. There was yet another woman I worked with… I would not say she was a good friend… but still a friend. She convinced me I should go as it was supposed to be a big deal and I would not want to miss it if invited. She took me to a store that reminded me of an old Montgomery Ward store that was in my town in the 60’s. She picked out a dress, shoes, purse and coat and told me I would look fantastic in every piece. I purchased all of it and accepted the invitation against my better judgment. He came to pick me up at the agreed time and off we went. On the way into the event, I passed the woman who liked the man I was with. She was wearing the exact same dress, coat, purse and shoes that I was. I felt set up for some reason. My “date” found a place to sit and went to get us drinks. I went over to the other woman and told her I meant no harm in ANY way; meaning by wearing the same outfit and being with the man she liked I had no malicious intent. Then I retrieved my coat and purse, made my excuses to my date and I left, thinking I would just walk home. I went outside and began to walk in the direction of my house. My shoes hurt and I was trying to think of someone I could call who would come and give me a ride. Then this other woman pulled up beside me in her car and offered me a ride. I took it and along the way, we talked about what had just happened. We became good friends and later began to do things together as such. She had gone back to the wedding and he thought she was me when he saw the dress and began to talk to her and she began to date the man I had been with which I was very happy for how that had worked out. I woke up.
Dreamer’s Comment: I think that this dream is telling me to pay attention to my own judgments. But then again, even when I went against it, the outcome was still positive. So that might be wrong. I know I woke up just happy that things had turned out well. If there is some other message here, I cannot see it right now…. maybe later. LOL.
Last night I dreamt that I was painting something… like maybe it was a big piece of furniture… maybe a chest that had a big medallion carved into it. I was painting it a dark gold color and there was someone coming behind me sanding off some of the paint thinking it looked more ‘vintage’ that way… or something. It was a wierd dream.
Dreamer’s comment: I don’t know what this means. I think the piece of furniture is me and no matter what I might do to look ‘new’ It will always appear that I am ‘vntage’. Which I am! LOL! (I was out last night with a bunch of old friends telling secrets about myself I have held close for years. That’s why I think I was the chest. I think it’s the place inside me where I hold all my secrets and memories. And I would think tho’ they are old they are made of “gold”.)
1. I saw my old friend, Maz, last night He was working at the Service Store on Front Street. I don’t know why. He showed me where the Bison chip dip was. He evidently hides one or two around in the dairy cases for his friends. When I was checking out, I noticed there were some plants near the register that were old and on sale. For some reason I bought one, not knowing what it was. I got out to my car and realized I had left my friend Anita Schnell in the store. I went back in to find her but she seemed to be gone. No one had seen her. I finally just went home. The next night, I was watering plants and I noticed the one I had just bought had bright red flowers on it. As I looked at it the flowers would seem to fall off but then take flight like butterflies. The dirt was all weedy so I cleaned that up. Bambi came over and I showed her my plant and told her it had flowered. Then Maz came over and he noticed it and said “oh, you bought this plant.” He knew the name of it. I still don’t remember that. Then he pointed in the dirt and showed me a new one that was sprouting. I told him about the flowers. I woke up,
2. I am standing on Bambi’s front porch which for some reason her house is on the 4th Street that runs off Wayne down by the Middle School on the right side of the street just before the first right turn. It is early morning and I have rung the bell and knocked but gotten no answer. A big guy walks up. He is white and has a bandanna tied like a doo rag on his head. He comes up on the porch, walks right in Bam’s front door and then through the house and out the back door. I figure since he just walked in, so could I, so I do. I woke up again.
3. I am at an auction in a usually empty warehouse across the street from Bambi’s house in the second dream. It is a Corey Brown auction. I am looking for a square table and some chairs. There seem to be a lot of them but all of them are old and pretty beat up. I particularly like one that I find and ask a guy who seems to be working there if the one damaged leaf that goes with it can be repaired. He turns around and it is Jim DiPietro. He tells me to go upstairs where there are more tables in better shape. I go, but I don’t like what I see so I go back downstairs and have a second look at the one I really like. It does not come with chairs, but with stools with heart shaped seats covered in a red burlap like material. I had not noticed them before, because they slid out of sight into brackets on the bottom of the table’s top. I’m not sure I like those so much but I do really like the table. I pick out two or three that I think I might be willing to pay for. They all seem to come with stools, not chairs. The auction is about to start and I wake up again.
Dreamer’s comments: I am always happy to see Maz in a dream. He makes me smile. Something I’ve not done a lot of lately. As for hiding and finding chip dip, that is something he would do. It was always like he knew what I would be wanting and then when I would mention I wanted it, out it would come. How can you not smile about that. So I just think he was there to cheer me up. Leaving Anita in the store might be a reflection of my daughter’s plans to move my husband and I to Texas at which time I would be leaving all my friends. The plant was spikey looking like a cactus that one might find in Texas I guess. The fact that it flowers and the flowers fly off may mean we do well there. Dream #2 might represent the fact that people pass through our lives all the time. In one side and out the other??? That is my best guess. #3 might represent furnishing a different home? There are so many possibilities in my daughter’s life right now and she is determined that her parents should be with her where ever she goes. The whole thing causes me anxiety which is probably why I had so many dreams last night. I will NOT go to live in NYC or in Saudi. Maybe to Texas.