Cinderella's Castle Ride

Last night there was lots of dreaming going on... but one stood out above the rest, so that's the one I will tell.

I was at Disney Land (or what was suppose to be Disney land). Things were closing, but I wanted to see a new ride inside Cinderella's castle that my church's youth pastor (David) had designed. I snuck in and went up to a ledge that had a small nook where some paper in an envelope was.

The room I was in was circular. The ceilings were extremely high (three stories worth, I'd guess). The walls were white and the detailing was blue... just like Cinderella's castle on the outside. (Just FYI, Cinderella's castle is my FAVORITE part of Disney!) The floor was white marble with small black tile accents... just like the grand hotel I often dream of. There were multiple nooks on the wall, (little places to showcase your treasures ...like the alters in Mexico that have Mary statues.) They were all empty but very ornate. 

I climbed up to the alcove with the envelope on it, opened it up and read. I don't remember what it said, but I knew it was written by David. There was a rope dangling from the ceiling for me to hold on to. I held it and the "ride" started. The rope swung me around the room, basically leaping from nook to nook, in a circle and very fluid. After a few times around I wanted to stop. I landed right where I started, but the alcove was now lower to the ground... about kitchen counter height, and as I set down the paper a bull came in the door.

The bull was staring at me and was mad that I was there. He started to charge me. 

I noticed a wooden window frame to my right and I looked through it. It went to a kitchen. Then I noticed that the window slid up to open. So I opened it and barely squeezed through. I came out the other side on the kitchen counter. The kitchen was very neat and Disney-ish with an old Dutch vibe; lots of wood. 

I remembered that I had left my things (or maybe just the paper) in the other room. So I went back into the circular Cinderella room... with the bull.

The floor had changed into brown, like dirt... but it was smushy, like walking in a semi-deflated bounce-house, or on quicksand that you don't sink into. I could barely walk, and the bull was basically guarding the area I was aiming for. I got to the point that I was crawling, and the bull came to help me.

...and that was the end of the dream.

While we were on our tour in Israel I learned a little more about those alcoves. We went to the Temple of Pan: a place where there were many many alcoves all dedicated to different deities. This was the site where Jesus asked his disciples, "Who do you say that I am?" It was a pointed lesson because He asked them in the midst of numerous 'gods'.

Last night's dream is another that I'm not sure of, but I think I was playing the part of my daughter. Her third "serious" relationship ended yesterday, and she has been trying to get a time to talk to David (the youth pastor) for a couple weeks now. 

We often talk to her about the 'god' placement her boyfriends hold in her life, so all these little alters around the room being very ornate, but empty at present, seem to fit that to me. 

And of course, just like most 16 year old girls, she's waiting for prince charming.

Right now... I'm amusing myself with the thought of my husband being the bull. :-)

Swell Sister Car Stolen

I had a semi-late night out with my Swell Sisters, so it's no wonder I dreamed about them.

In my dream nearly everyone who was at the meeting last night was there.

We started in a car. It was like an old Cadillac but also station-wagon-y. I was in the far back with Rachel.

A few of the girls went into a store while we sat in the parking lot. They came back and we drove down to a club; Laurelin was driving. The club was in an old warehouse that backed up to a large alley. The neighborhood was bad... though we didn't think it was "that bad" as we went into the club. I'm not sure what happened in the parking lot before we went in, but it must have been a scratch, or some type of vandalism, because we were going in to report it. I was talking about calling 911 and the girls said that was silly.

When we came back out... walking past the cars that blocked our view of our parking spot, we noticed that the car was gone. I was in the front of the pack, ten paces or so ahead. "Oh no," I said, "You've got to be kidding me." I looked to my left, beyond the parking lot (the same direction I was walking) and there was a line of people going into a convenience store. I yelled over to them to ask if anyone saw anything. They all just made fun of us "rich girls in the hood, who got their car stole". I was so mad I was shaking. Then I said to the group, "Well, now I have a real reason to call 911." So I did. I was in the convenience store when I called and the back ground noise was making it hard for the officer on the other end to hear me, so I walked away ...across the alley and into a garden with a cement stream and a small bridge. I was telling him the story, and he just kept interrupting saying he couldn't hear, or he couldn't understand me. I started to cry, which only made it worse. I was walking back to the group (phone still to my ear) to hand it to someone else when I woke up.

In dreams vehicles typically deal with your sphere of influence. In dreaming about a family car (especially with the family in it) it speaks of where your family is going. This being a station wagon represents us being slightly bigger than a family, though still family-esk. 

Larger vehicles (buses, trains, airplanes...) represent a greater influence... if you are driving. 

Looking back at past dreams, I'm reminded of the dream I had where I was driving and had no control of the break. Or like the one with the Swell Sisters where I was parking the van. 

As a group we are now looking for a "space" a bit more permanent than what we are in now, so it's interesting to me that most of my Swell Sister dreams are in cars or vans. We are mobile, not quite grounded just yet.  

But what the heck is this about our car being "stolen"!?!  That's not good! 

I'm not going to read too much into it because it really could just have something to do with the arguments surrounding our "move". Things have gotten a little ugly when we talk about the "space", so perhaps the theft and vandalism just represent my feelings that those arguments are hindering our moving forward.

I surely hope that our entire "car" isn't going anywhere!

My Shoes

Yet again a dream about picking out an outfit.

This time was mainly about picking the shoes. I was wearing hot pants and a t-shirt (I was a bit skinnier), and I was choosing between some J-21 black and purple platforms that I have, and some brown Ecco sandals I have... both very comfy.

I will say that this one was different in that I actually own the things I was choosing between.  Perhaps I'm getting down to more realistic choices. :-)

Tests and maps

Yes, I have been dreaming lately, but I have not felt much like blogging. 

For the past few nights I have dreamed of tests. (not a great sign). In one test my husband was joined my an ultra skinny/fake boobed model chick and I was very jealous... while trying  to concentrate on my test, and in the night after's dream I was taking a spelling test where I had to spell things that we were given the initials for. One I remember was AMF. All I could think about was bowling, but when I asked, the teacher said it was "arms something something". I can't remember the other two words.

Last night's dream was about my son and I in a car trying to get to Merced. I have never been to Merced... never even knew where it was. (I guess it's a couple hours south of us.) In the dream we entered into a parking garage by accident, but the attendant let us turn around with out paying, but it was difficult to turn with all the cars coming. I got out a map and showed my son. We were above Merced... which was a country in my dream. But the roller-coaster (that was what the parking garage was there for) took up a few countries and there was no way to go straight down to Merced. You either had to go up and around to the east and then south, or you had to go west and then south and a little bit east to get there. Some of the surrounding countries were Russia and middle eastern countries.  We never did decide which way to go before I woke up.

So what is Merced about? Mercy maybe?  I'm not sure. But there is a roller-coaster in the way of me getting there. :-)