Cliff Climbing

Well, we have a few minutes before we leave the hotel for the Roman Theater and Dead Sea, so I'll try to squeeze out a dream.

I was at church and Darnisha (worship leader) had me stand up to tell about my trip.  I stood up in the front row and the words I said, as I remembered the sites (which we haven't even seen yet) were, "It was like a fairytale."

After that I walked with Neva (another pastor who deals with hospital visits and calls and hospitality stuff) over to an area of bagged food for the homeless. We looked at it all and I picked up something with my dad and walked behind a crowd.

My dad went to get the car and I followed the crowd all with arms full of stuff. With me, was my sister and Guy (an old friend from HS). We arrived at a hill and started to climb.

Soon the hill was a cliff (still with grass though). We no longer had anything in our hands and the cliff was getting so steep that it was angling towards us. Right near the top I started hanging off the side of the cliff. I was pleading with Guy to help me. "Guy, Guy, please help. I can't pull myself up.  Please help, ....Guy, Guy..."

He pointed out a bar to me that was about 3 feet away from the cliff. I didn't want to go away from the cliff.

Finally he pulled himself into a window, as did my sister, and they started to help me.

The window had a glass that tilted on it's middle so that you could go in the top or the bottom. I came through the top. I was in my night shirt with nothing else on. I was upset that I didn't have on bottoms.

But I got in the window safely.

That was the end.

It was very interesting that I already had images of my trip in my mind when I was telling church about it.

I also found the cliff very intriguing.  Perhaps something will make sense later. 

Not sure if I'll have time to post tomorrow; we'll see.

Safe in the Pillow

Ok, I know I said yesterday's would be the last before vacation, but I'm taking a minute to post this one before we leave for the airport.

It was just too good to pass up.

The dream started out doors with my friend Rene. (I would have been at her house for Bible study at 7:00AM if we weren't leaving today.) We were in a wild flower garden setting. (She gardens.) Then she showed me a miniature scene she had set up that went with the season. She changed it, while talking to me, to a summer scene with a bench and people etc. We walked to some chairs nearby and sat to chat. We saw movement in the tall flowers/grass. At first I thought they were bunnies, but as they got closer we could see that they were coyote pups; Lots of them. I picked one up. They were so cute. As we were talking about them we saw the mama coyote in the flowers about 1/4 mile away. I put down the pup and we walked away.

Rene took me into a wooden trailer that was set up with a desk and had a crib behind that.  She handed me a baby on a pillow. He looked about 2 months old. I held him and walked outside.

As I walked, the scene changed and I was in the streets of  Japan. I saw a street ad like on a bench (but really just a sign) that had multiple Japanese girls, some with large pillows covering there torsos. Just then a huge tidal wave of snow crashed down over the city. I curled my body around the baby and huddled next to the sign. My point of view changed and I could see the windows in shops being broken, and things being over turned etc. Then it was gone. I stood up and walked  to the trailer (or another place similar) and found Pastor Scott there. I was excited as I told him that some girls will be saved. I had in my mind that everyone with a pillow was safe.

Pretty cool huh?

Again we have this idea of puppies (to me representing young people), but this time they are wild animals. The baby only reinforces the idea of young life that I am protecting. I'm not sure why Japan particularly, but it was missions week at church on Sunday, so my mind is on missions. Tidal waves/Tsunamis  are indigenous to that area, but this time it was snow... perhaps representing washing their sins "white as snow" as it says in the Bible. A pillow is definitely a security symbol, and because two Bible people, Rene and Pastor Scott, were in it, I have no problem thinking it's a spiritual matter, not really physical.

Anyway, I thought it was a cool dream. 

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.