What's in the Pool?

My daughter's boyfriend is visiting, so I had to spend most of the morning playing cards with them. They are now on their way to San Fransisco for the Supercross race with my husband.

I'm using the above as an excuse for not posting yesterday, and for forgetting much of last night's dream. ;-)

Literally all I remember was that Nick (her bo) had a twin in the dream and while the real nick and my daughter were sitting chatting, the twin and I were walking around a pool. It was winter time, so the pool was freezing cold. Something dropped in and the twin was going to retrieve it. I told him not to because it was cold.  I told him to wait for tomorrow when it was day time and warmer.

What I'm hoping that means is that today is going to be better than yesterday. :-) Last night was a bit awkward because technically they broke up months ago and are not officially back together. So though they both like each other, there is an unspoken 'hold' on things. My daughter wasn't completely open with my husband and I about where 'they are at' right now, so awkwardness abounds. 

I hope they are able to figure it out on the San Fransisco trip. I pray that my husband is nice and understanding, but also that there is complete honesty between all three of them.

Why do teenagers make everything so complicated?

Be real for crying out loud!

Escape

The dreams starts at a representation of my parent's home. I'm in the bathroom, just took a shower. When I get out, I realize that we won't have enough time to take Nick (my daughter's boyfriend) swimming. I talk with my parents and my daughter about it.  They suggest going to see a movie. 

When we get to the theater I never notice my daughter or Nick again. I get very wrapped up in the movie; like I'm in it.

The movie is very violent. I am with a hand full of inmates in jail, but we are the good guys. It seems that we have no weapons, and all the inmates around me are talking about escape.  The guards come to the bars of our cell. We have something posted on the wall that they want to take down. One lady inmate with me encourages them to reach in and get it. The guard tells us all to stand back. As he reaches his hand in the inmate lady throws her hand from across the cell at his hand. Her hand has wolverine claws poking out of it and it's on a string. The claws puncture the guards hand, and the inmate pulls the string back.  Again and again this happens. I am suddenly aware that I'm watching the movie, not in it, and I notice the crowd around me, and am self-conscious that I have brought my ten year old son to this rated R movie. The name "Bakugan" and there are three stages right in the midst of the seating. Characters are being pushed off into the stage, from the seats, and they are dying in this smokey liquid.
comes to mind. I think we're at a Bakugan movie, which explains to me why my son is there.  As I tell myself that, I look around and there are other areas with a more cartoon like scene. The movie theater has morphed into an outdoor amphitheater

We start to exit the theater by walking forward down the seats.  An usher tells us to go to the side, so we don't fall in. We walk by two stages, then down.

We get into a small Italian Fiat and drive on very crowded cobblestone streets. A cop on a motorcycle tries to pull me over but there is no side to pull over to. I go through three streets looking for a place then finally stop at a market.  It is now just my son and I with the cop and a dog.

The cop stops to get some dried mushroom looking things and other herbs. As he is taking a while I tell my son that we're going to try to make a break for it. We tell the dog to stay behind.  It takes twice for the dog to listen to us. The cop is looking around for us.  We start to crawl through the crowd. We crawl under a trampoline, and another, on the side of what looks like a market square with all sorts of goods.

We are headed to school to pick up my daughter. 

When we get to the school we are still crawling.  (It is a similar school  to another dream I have had, with sterile long hallways and few doors.) The hallways are like rolling hills. We still sense that the cop is on our tail.  Finally I say, " We don't have to crawl; lets try boucing."

So we bounce. We bounce on the floor like we're bouncing on a trampoline, still moving forward down the hall.  We get to the library and start looking for my daughter. She is in a crowd of people, some of which are my old classmates.

Then I woke up.

Wow. It was all one dream, with a fairly central theme, but so many different settings. Very strange. Yesterday was an interesting day. I watched a cute little movie called "The Maiden Heist". I found out my son hadn't even really started on a huge project that is due soon, so we had to run to the library... to find nothing on the shelves... then to the book store... nothing. Then home... ordered a book on line with rush delivery since we are leaving on a 2 week trip Monday. Shortly after that we left for church and stayed gone til bed time.

Some of that may explain why the library at the end, and why the school in general... but what about the rest?

I'd like to think that going from crawling to bouncing in the hallways with my son is saying that together we can get past his lagging in school work.  This is the first year that math has gotten hard for him, and he often cries while we do homework.  Then finding out he hasn't even started his report. UGGG. I really hope we can go from "crawling" to "bouncing". 

And perhaps crawling under trampolines was symbolic of also taking the hard, not fun, road when there is obviously something fun right on top of you. We were crawling out of fear of the cop. Who is the cop? His teacher? (He does fear her.  You would too as a fourth grader.)

Going back though, to the beginning of the dream, I don't know if I understand the stadium stuff or the movie. (We are going to an ancient Roman Colosseum in Jordan on our trip next week.) (And a few days back my daughter showed me a you-tube video of two guys getting wolverine claws... gruesome, but funny.) I guess that's a little of an explanation, but I'd still like to know if they had any meaning, or just my brain flushing itself.

Because my son was present and active the whole dream, I am sure it was about him and me together. But honestly, except for the bouncing, it wasn't a "feel good" dream. It was tense. 

hmmm...

My Daughter's Bo

I had a few dreams last night, but I can only remember the one that was in my head upon awakening.

A little background first.

I often dream that I am my daughter.  Some times I will be in her body; other times I will be in my body but living her life.  In the past month or so I have had multiple dreams where I am her fighting to keep her man.

My daughter has a boy...  that would/will be her boyfriend now that she is sixteen and allowed to date. He lives in San Diego but is coming up for a visit this weekend.  There is a good deal of debate going on between my husband and I on how things will be when he gets here. Exactly what are they allowed to do etc.  One question up for debate is can he walk her home from school alone.  Which leads us into the dream...

As is the "plan" I  drop off Nick to walk home with my daughter.  I drive home to the house I lived at when I was 10-12 at Edwards AFB. Inside, it resembles the house I lived in at VAFB when I was 16-18. Nick's mom and sister are there cooking. I sample Greta's cooking; It's cheese in pasta sauce that looks like fat cells, just like my dream a few nights ago. (OK... SOMETHING is up with the fat cell cheese thing!)

The young couple is taking too long to walk home... obviously they aren't walking.

I go to get them... can't find keys.

I find them, and drive over to the house that I dropped him off at (not school after all). They are there, but not doing anything wrong. I take them home.

Nick sits down on the lazy boy.   (In my own body, but hopefully acting at my daughter now), I kiss him. I have lettuce in my mouth, and give him some during the kiss.

We start to talk about talk about the disgrace of Veggie Monster... no longer Cookie Monster.

I see a diorama of sesame street. Veggie Monster has a comb over hairdo, very geeky.

I have to go for my Wednesday morning dog hike, but I'll be thinking of meaning...

Kissing with lettuce... that's got to be something.  And of course this strange cheese re-occurrence.

Food Glorious Food

I have moved on from cheese (Maybe cause I had some cheese on Sunday.) ...now I'm dreaming of burgers, tater-tots, and crab.  For anyone out of the loop, I'm fasting from animal products for 21 days. (not always succeeding when it comes to dairy, my true love. :-))

You may remember me saying that if you dream of the same theme three times in a row take note; It means that the massage/warning/whatever is sure to happen.

So what exactly does it mean when I dream about food three times in a row.  I'm surely going to eat? Ha, well of course I am.  There has to be something beyond that.

#1 There was no background. (Have you ever had a dream with no scenery? Erie isn't it?) The only 'props' were food stands. I was with the junior high youth pastors from my church and we were driving up to a "Tommy's Burger" style food stand with other food stands close by.

#2 With my father in the car, we pull up to a gas station. I say that I would like Burger King. (I don't even like Burger King, but it is also the only fast food that we had on base when I was growing up in the military.)  We go into Burger King and stand in line. Just as I think I'm next, a man squeezes in front of me with his order drawn out on napkins, cartoon style. The only drawing that stands out is one of a little crab, and he asks for "crabbers"; some sort of finger food made of crab.

The next thing I remember is standing by a salad bar type area, and a trashcan, and my tater-tots fall to the ground. I look around at the floor; It's gross. I think about the grossness of tater-tots and I see a gross guy in an old black sports car sitting at the drive-through window.  It's all repulsive.

#3 I'm on some type of mission trip with my husband. We are in a poor looking area, but it seems to be Italy. (We were just in Italy in October, but no place like this.) The restaurant that we are at (seems to be where we are staying as well) is a floating dock anchored to the side of a house. As we are sitting talking, his order comes. It's crab legs. I get upset because I haven't even ordered yet. He hands me the menu, tells me to chill out and pick something.  I pick a yummy stew with potatoes and tomatoes and other veges and spices. (It reminds me of the broth from the Oaxacan sea bass at Claim Jumper.)

Any way, I'd love to say I know exactly what they mean... but I don't.

If I took them all separately I could make some good guesses.  ...like, I'm about to start doing "The Truth Project" with the high school students, and I'm going to met with the youth pastors on Wednesday.  Right now there is no real structure for what I'll be doing, but we're going to look at the options and pick one.  That could interpret the first dream.

The second dream could be me talking myself out of wanting any type of fast food (Something I obviously don't get on the fast), by using one of the restaurants I don't like and making it appear grosser than it already is.

The third could be interpreted that though my husband and I are on a couple's trip, a mission no less, that he is still making the 'orders' before I have a chance to look at the menu. I may need to chill about these things, cause in the end, I still get something good.

All of that could be fine and completely understandable. But why did the last two both involve crab? ...tying them together. Why did the first two involve burger joints? ...linking them. Why did they all three center around food?

Yes, It is possible that I'm just obsessed because of the fast.

hmmm...

Spoiled Dog

I woke up this morning fresh out of a dream about my dog.  I was feeding him tuna on wheat crackers and someone at the table was shunning me for doing it.

As soon as I woke up, fear gripped me that the pool water had not been turned off yesterday, and consumed with that thought, I lost the entire rest of the dream.

I'm happy to say that while I was at my art group's "Winter Salon" my daughter heard the timer go off and turned off the water for me. Hallelujah!  Any of you who have a pool know that flooding gets quite costly, not to mention the guilt you feel for wasting all the water.

As I was fixing breakfast my son told me he had a nightmare last night. It may sound terrible, but I got excited, cause I thought, "Ooh, I could write the blog about his dream instead." But he didn't want to relive it, so we're out of luck. 

Have a wonderful day. Spoil your dogs! ;-)

Rated X

I knew this day would come.  I'm kinda surprised it took this long. :-)

Last night's dream setting was in a rather large hotel room with 70's style wood paneling on one wall, and massive windows on the other two. (The door and a sink area were on the fourth.) Out the window was a walkway, and snow, I think... like we were up in Tahoe or somewhere.

The dream was basically a recap of our escapade last night, before I went to sleep. I have, I believe, one of the best lovers in the world for a husband. We 'work' beautifully together. ;-)

In the aftermath of sex I saw a friend of mine walking down the sidewalk outside the window. Then I heard a knock on the door and got up to answer it.

I'm not sure exactly what happened then, but shortly afterward my friend (who lives near Tahoe) and I were shopping in a thrift store.

I saw one of those cool hand held mixer things and gave it a spin. It was sitting beside a crock-pot full of sauce. I put in some cheese (again with the cheese!) and turned it on... somehow with the lid on, but the mixer inside. The cheese puffed up like it exploded and the lid cracked open. "Oops". The sauce looked like a pot of giant fat cells with red edges. My friend and are were shocked... We looked around and walked away. 

We also strolled through a perfume counter area and nicer clothes (not really thrift store vibe anymore). I don't remember the other things we picked up and looked at.

I'm sure some of you were hoping for more details with the X rated parts, but there are others reading that are mortified that they know that much. If details were important, I'd tell you, but that dream was obviously just me revealing in my moment... There was no extra meaning.

I'm pretty sure I was dreaming about my mountain area friend because I was talking to her last night on facebook, and I drove half way to her house yesterday to a different friend's house for some reuse fun.  You can read about that on her blog if you like...

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