Swinging and Draping

This will be my last post for a while. My family is going on vacation to Israel and Jordan! Wahoo!

I will take my dream journal with me. Hotel dreams are always crazy. maybe I'll post "the best of" when I get back.

Yesterday I watched two episodes of Project Runway catching up with the season, so it played heavily into my dream. (I didn't watch The Biggest Loser yesterday, but Jillian Michaels made it in to my dream too.)

The dream started with Jillian Michaels and I picking out clothes. She was wearing a dress that my mom made me when I was 16. I commented about how I filled it out better than she did. I was wearing another dress that was bought around the same time. It was a favorite of mine for years. I still have it in my closet. It's a coral red/orange with a huge slit up the side and has a sheer tropical flower print "shirt" dress that goes on top. She says something about my body and self-image then I go stand in a line.

I am very near the front of the line, but then people start cutting. The person in front of me gets mad at all the cutters. I look back and say, "Maybe we're suppose to be in order." I pull out a picture and notice that the line up is looking very close to what the picture shows. I go back to where I'm suppose to be. (Maybe with the "H"s: my maiden initial.) I am in the middle of classmates from High school in Aviano.

When I finally get through the entry way, I go up onto a large merry-go-round type structure. It is white with a large flat dome in the middle and sets of 8 seats (4 facing forward and 4 rear facing) in the "horsey" area. It all looks very Victorian and slightly Disney ride like. I walk left around the inner circle looking for a seat. There are plenty vacant but people are "saving" them. I find four empty so I grab the one closest to me and prop my feet up on the dome. I get a nasty look from some class mates in the four seats facing mine. They are saving seats in my group, but say that I can stay, they just need the rest.

My art teacher from Aviano, Mr. Rossey, comes in and has all of us run around.

After that I head up to an attic. Mr. Rossey comes up and talks to me about his leaving his job as a teacher. At first he is sad, but as we talk he gets happier.

When he leaves three other girls (Amy, Tesha, and ?) go out side (still at roof level).

There is a large two person swing hanging from a tree that is at least 10 stories high. The one girl I can't remember and I get on the swing and starting swinging. We are swinging as high as red wood tree tops.  There are trees all around like we're up in the mountains, but there are also sky scrapers near by.  It is enormously fun, but then Amy and Tesha want a turn. I say to wait, but they move closer. Our swinging gets sloppy and we start to swing into trees and buildings.  It doesn't hurt, but we are still fearful.

We come to a stop and go back inside the attic. I start to play around with my dress. I take the neck hole and put it on my back, twisting the arm hole around for my head and leaving one arm exposed.

As I play, the fabric is growing and making a beautiful drape. My mind tells me that there is not that much fabric in that dress, but instead of it going away, I grow. I grow until the large amount of fabric is too small and barely covers my parts. The slit is way too high, and I'm busting out all over.

I somehow know that there are military troops in the next room, and I go there. It is like a hanger, but they are already on the mission. I am now like the 50 foot woman... More like 20, but whatever, and I'm using my exposed body to distract them.

Then... I woke up cause the dog came in my room.