On tour, and Babies in the UK

Yes, It's been a while. Things at home were not conducive to dream journaling... and now that time has past the only dream I remember from the past few weeks is one about my Nanny (Mom's mom) reprimanding me for being topless.

Last night, however, I said a prayer before bed to ask God what He wanted me to do about my dream journaling... If He was going to talk to me that way any time soon, or if I should just let it go for now.

Well.. I had a night jammed packed with dreams, so I'm taking it as a, "No, I'm not done with that."

The first dream I am fairly sure was just an alert.

It was simply me talking to my son about something he was doing, and I kept saying, "It's too late." "It's too late, you can't do that now." "It's too late." I awoke from the dream to pee at 2:30. I could hear voices in his room. (He's having a sleep over). I knew immediately I needed to go in there and tell them it was too late, they needed to go to bed. So I did.

I went back to sleep and had a dream where I was on a tour with a big group in an open air jeep/bus. Somehow I got stuck on the towing hitch with my legs under the jeep and holding on to the handle in the back. I think I had just been sitting there while we were stopped somewhere, and then the driver took off, and I was still there.

My mom was on the jeep and she alerted the driver of my position, but he just yelled back if I'd be alright til the next stop.  I said OK, and off we drove. At one point I remember mentioning that it was like water skiing... but not in a good way.  The town that we were traveling through seemed a lot like the Long Beach/Naples area. But when we finally stopped it was in an old western town with dust roads etc.  I got off and went inside an adobe low ceiling-ed building with my mom and my sister. There were multiple small rooms at different levels, only a step up or down from the next. In the rooms were old artifacts and antique treasures. I found an old bustier, and took it into a small bedroom (now very old west style, wood) to try it on. My mom and my sister came with me. The bustier was too small in the boob area, but I kept telling my mom that when I lost weight it would fit, so I was going to get it anyway. 

A voice came over a loud speaker saying it was time to make our way back to the bus. The shop would do all final purchases now. I took off the bustier and had it along with something else lacey in my hands debating on whether or not to get them both.  A woman dressed like an animal, in a brown furry suit, snuck out from behind a chest in the bedroom and crept up to us. It was a little creepy, cause we then knew that she had been in there the whole time. When she got to us (still squatting like an animal) she started reaching with her exaggerated fingers, grabbing at the items in my hand. After a minute she started talking and saying, "You'll have to put them back... you don't have time... it's time to go." Her tone got more frantic til the end of the dream when she was saying, "Just drop them and go.... go."  At that moment a friend from the dressing room/bedroom next door came in and told me to mention her room lady as the sales person for my purchases. She explained that she liked her lady, and that they worked on commission. I got a quick image of her lady in my head as I walked out of my room to go to the cashier.

Looking back on the dream it seems very strange that the animal lady didn't want me to buy things if they worked on commission. So what was that? What was any of it? It's my first "tour" dream since the month we got back from our Israel tour. It's quite a different picture from other dreams where I'm driving, or even being in the seating area. I was being dragged behind... though not actually on the ground. And why my mom and sister? Or the bustier? 

The next dream I had last night woke me up at 5:30 with a gag reflex.

The dream did not involve me at all, I was just being shown an area and it's problems. The place was in the UK.  Conditions were terrible. Riots had left the city looking like a ghost town. Then my attention was directed at one man. He was an older black man, and he started to describe his situation. His kids had left him in charge of his grand kids, and the number of children he was watching just kept multiplying. (I don't think they were ALL family, but maybe.) There were all ages of children, but towards the end there were just more and more newborn babies. They were being born out of his (or my, or ???) mouth. I felt a gag reflex every time a baby came out. They were all in the fetal position and all had brown skin. I woke up and even heard myself gag.

I'd say that the scene looked very doomsday-ish but at the same time there were just more and more babies. Perhaps the babies were spiritual babies. hmmmm.

Stick Bugs and Falling off Golf Carts

I had three dreams last night.

I woke up at 1:10 with the first one in my head... something about three choices. (Can't remember anything else).

#2 I was at my niece Tabitha's house playing with her kids and puppies. (Really they don't have puppies anymore, just a dog, but you know in my dreams puppies represent youth.) One of the puppies went outside the back door and I followed it. When I got outside there were tons of bugs right at face level in front of a big leafless tree. (At the park the other day in one patch there was a bunch of mosquitoes right at face level.) I started to swat the bugs with my hand but they started to stick to me and to themselves and in my hair. I took hold of one and examined it. It was a stick bug. The kind that look just like a twig, only it had the face of a demon. They were all around. After the close look into their faces I started taking hand fulls of them and throwing them away from myself. They would only go about two feet and then float in mid air right where I had thrown them.  My mom came out to help me.  By this time I had one boring it's way into my face on my left cheek. I told myself I would pull it out by it's butt as soon as I swatted the rest away.  But of course, when I was done swatting the rest away the bug had gone completely into my face and I had a huge swelling on my left cheek.  I walked over weeping to show my mom. We walked inside crying and wondering what to do.  (It was quite upsetting... and woke me up.)

#3 I was on a tour in a bus. (The tour just won't leave me alone.) We were on a road out in the desert. The landscape to the right was a bit like the wasteland I had in a dream a few days ago behind the wall.  It wasn't charred though, just jagged, like red rock canyon in So Cal. As we were going down the road, the driver looked back and lost control of the steering wheel. We went off to the right into the rocky terrain. When she grabbed the wheel again she was enjoying the new excitement and kept driving in the rough terrain. We were all enjoying it, and the vehicle had changed into a monster truck type golf cart. I was in the far back with another lady and two other women were standing right behind the rail of the bed of the truck/cart. One of the ladies standing was older. (I think she may have been one of the ladies on the real tour I took that walked with a cane.)  At a sharp turn the older lady was flung out of the cart and landed on her back in terrible pain. We all got out to save her, and put her back on the cart. I offered her my seat and told her I would stand.

...and that was the end of that one.

This Side of the Wall

In my dream last night I was on another tour, in a bus, with a group. We had sandwiches but gave them all to the restaurant for them to put at the table after our tour stop. When we got to the table we had icky looking TV dinners instead of our sandwiches. I didn't like that. There was a waitress that was offering broccoli and mashed potatoes and muffins. I said, "yes please".  I got a bad look from our tour guide. It was going to cost extra. I didn't care.

Anyway, following dinner I took off with just my professor and my son and my childhood dog, Biscuit.  He took us down a street (that resembled a street from my teenage years on VAFB)  to his house. We had to come into the house from a hole under the baby grand piano stool. I forget what we came in for but we had to go back out the same way. Dale (my professor) went first, then I lowered my son down and then I came. We were traveling along a road in Israel. I pointed out the ruins of an ancient wall. He commended me for noticing. Then I noticed beyond the wall was like another planet, or like our planet after a serious disaster. The land was like charcoal and was all angled mountains, like an earthquake had moved the grand-canyon sideways. At this point we were walking right along the edge of the charred wasteland. I let my dog go and she ran into the wasteland on the other side of the wall. Dale was very concerned, but I told him that she would come back. The ground in the char-coaled area was dusty. Only a few seconds after she had gone in, my dog came running around the wall and I grabbed her.

The scene changed a little and the wasteland side of the road was now a school.

I was walking with my family (perhaps it was a whole other dream...?). To our right there was a ramp with tons of parents on it waiting to go in the school to get their kids. Up ahead was another entrance, less crowded.

We walked towards it. By the time we got to that entrance the ramp was nearly empty and our entrance was more crowded. There was a strange vibe in the air. It was hectic but you weren't allowed to panic. It was bad, but no one was acting like it.

I know I read a lot yesterday about the Great Tribulation, so perhaps that's why the doomsday theme.

I'm not sure of any solid meaning.  

?

Epic

Wow, it was like I had a full movie in my dream last night.

In Australia, on a tour (go figure). 

The movie even came around full circle and had a 'wrapping up' of the story.

However... now that I have come down stairs, talked to my husband about all kinds of other stuff, etc. I have forgotten the whole thing.

If I remember later, I'll re post.

Have a wonderful day.

I'm back

Well, I'm home from my vacation.

I had absolutely NO time to journal during the 'tour' part of the trip. wake up calls were set at 5:45. CRAZY.

But I did dream some quite interesting dreams. I only remember basics since I didn't write anything down.

The first night I had one where my friend Olivia puked in a garage, and we both cleaned it up together.

The second night I had one where my daughter and I were riding bikes down a hill and listening to a heavy metal song discussing the lyrics and how they were searching for God.

Four or 5 days ago I had one where my professor was examining my breasts.

A few days before that I had one where I was driving a bus and the breaks were not working, but I drove up into a park on a hill and we stopped.

And I had another where I was with my Swell Sister's in a van and stopped at a shabby chic convention, all in 50's style dresses. There were cats there using the toilet. I took off my dress and went to put it back on in-side-out and found that I needed to do pattern work on it. I started working on it and a large burly mountain man came to help me (a character from a book I was reading). He did the pattern for me, but to my horror when I came to check on him he had thrown away the 'good' part of the pattern too. I was so upset, cause I had to turn it in at college the next day, and now I'd have to start over.

The first dream... I think was because Olivia and I were talking the day before I left. She is opening up in new ways... some messy. :-)
The second dream rings of a conversation my daughter and I had about a week after I dreamed it, about my husband (ex- heavy metal rocker) and his struggles. We are both on bikes because it's our own 'personal' journey, but we were together because we are together in this journey. We both deal with the same things with him. (We had a very trying trip with him, due to another love interest of my daughter's that she met on the trip.)

The third dream really bothered me the first few days after I had it. I had a hard time understanding it.It was awkward and of course I didn't want to think of my professor that way.  Then the last day of the tour my professor came up to me (in real life) and explained how he had been watching my husband and I on the trip and how he admired our parenting and our marriage. I immediately thought of the dream and how breasts symbolize motherhood.  He had been examining my mothering... not really my boobs. :-)

The other two dreams both had buses (not unusual, since I basically lived on a bus for the past week and a half). We saw tons of stray cats on our trip, all over Jordan and Israel. ... and other wise I'm not sure of any meaning.