"Up a Ladder"

I went to bed last night at 2:00. So I was OUT.

I do, however, remember part of one dream. 

I was at a house that I have dreamed of before. The closest thing to this house that I can think of is my Aunt Ella Ray's house. It's a big house, but has small rooms because it was built in a time that didn't do "great rooms" or "family/kitchen combos". In the dream I had to go upstairs and was holding an arm full of cosmetics/toiletries. There were two people at the bottom of the ladder I had to climb (like a drop down attic ladder, though upstairs was not an attic), and there was a small child/baby upstairs. I was climbing the ladder and I dropped a bottle of shampoo. I asked if someone below would hand it to me, but they wouldn't. At that point I only had like a third of the rungs of the ladder left to climb. The the baby started coming down the ladder. I was thrown off guard and started trying to help. I don't remember if I sat the rest of the toiletries on the landing, or if I dropped them too, but I had to grab on to the rails that were at the top blocking off the hole from the three sides that were not where the ladder attached. (My godparents had a stairway up to the rec- room floor that was blocked on three sides with a rail. I fell down those steps once when I was a little girl... knocked out my front tooth, which was fake, cause I had knocked out the real baby tooth earlier doing a flip off the side of the pool.)

Anyway, I held on to the rails, with my arms stretched to their fullest, as the baby was climbing down, (her butt in my face).  No one would help me. I was leaning back giving her room and was afraid to let go of one hand to help her with, because if she put her weight on me, we might both fall.

That's all I remember.

After I have a big enough pool of dreams on here, I'm looking forward to seeing patterns with the places I dream of.  I'm always very intrigued about where something is in dreams. Knowing that I have multiple reoccurring locations in my dreams that really aren't an actual place fascinates me.

When you dream, do you dream of places you know? Do you compile places together? Is it like mine where the place reminds you of somewhere but looks nothing like it?  Do you dream of houses? malls? hotels?  Do you dream in the outdoors more, or inside more?

A Reaccuring Home, and a Kissing Lesson.

I had two dreams last night. One was simply touring and thinking about the house that I dream of for my parent's best friends, the Gores. There house is nothing like the one I dream of, but whenever I dream of them, it's the house I put them in.  And the whole dream seems to center around the layout of the house. It's a huge house. It even grows. Last night's house did not have as big of an upstairs as it usually does, in fact it was a fourth of it's usual size. It only had a bedroom for their oldest daughter Hannah. The office part of the house that I have hardly ever noticed before had grown immensely.  The side porch was prominent and there was a fenced in side yard that had a slope down to the sidewalk. The kitchen was open to the family room, the dining room, and the breakfast nook. I thought about the blueprints and even about building it somewhere else, and changing the yard around.

Why is that interesting? Well, my mom's best friend died a while back and this past year the husband remarried. Their oldest daughter moved back in with them with her new baby, so the dynamics have changed substantially.

I haven't talked to them in a while, but it would be interesting to find out if business is taking up more time.  I know that many of their prayers focus on their daughter, which could be why her room was the only thing upstairs.

My other dream involved Guy's sister again, this time she was wanting my boyfriend, and I even told her that when I was finished with him she could teach him more. I was teaching him (who had the same name as my husband, and looked like a cross between Percy Jackson {from The Lightening Thief movie I saw yesterday}and my pastor's son), how to kiss. There was other stuff that surrounded it.... I can't remember now, but the main thing was teaching him how to kiss.

The interesting thing is that to kiss something, in the old days (Biblical), was to worship it. We saw a lot of kissing on out tour at the Greek Orthodox places. There were people kissing the rock that Jesus supposedly prayed on in the garden... stuff like that. (Idolatry really, but they don't know any better.)

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.