Many vivid dreams, last night. . .
I was driving in an old - time limo or Rolls - with someone's grandmother - who was also my grandmother, but I didn't really know her, here, (not like I knew my grandmothers in St. Elmo.)
She was also the Queen Mum! We had a disagreement. I told her I was leaving, and stopped the car, and got out, leaving her there. The car began to roll, and it crashed, then burst into flames, killing her! I remember feeling bad, but also a sense of - "oh well, what are ya gonna do? She was bein' crabby and stubborn, and wouldn't listen!" She has decided her own fate.
Then, everything changed with the Royal family. I was part of it, more of an elder position, a mentor. I remember we were coming back from Easter Holiday, walking down some long, winding hill.
There were children. They were special royal children. I was teaching them guiding them, so they would grow up to be well behaved and responsible. I really loved them lots. They were so wonderful and innocent. One of them was acting up a bit more than the others, but I sort of let him get away with it, more than I should have, because he was so cute, so sensitive. Hahah!
We got back to the house, more of a compound, really, and I heard everyone say that the police were coming. They were investigating the old woman's death. I did not care what they did, so long as they were quick about it. I told them to come in, get to business, then leave. They made a big, federal case out of everything, and put this bright blue sterile plastic over everything in my house, (there's that color, again,) from front to back, and they wanted me to stay in my room, until they were done.
Well, I ignored them, and walked down the hall, anyway, to see what the hell they were up to. They yelled at me, as if I were some schoolboy, and they said: "Didn't you read the sign, you were not to come down here"?
I wasn't the least bit concerned with their idiotic rules, and kept walking. So then, they told me to go into some holding area and put a guard on the door to watch me. Then the dream changed, or I woke up, one. Probably my way of saying - "We'll see about that!" lol
Saturday, April 24, 2004
Friday, April 09, 2004
Friday April 9, 2004 -
Dreamscape:
Last night I had a short, but clear dream, near waking in the morning. I was at church, and Madonna (the pop one,) was also a member of our church. I was pleased that she invited me to her house, that night.
I remember talking with her, as if meeting for the first time. We were in her house. It was an enormous house with many unusual rooms. More like a modern-day castle. I remember looking carefully at the layout, so I would remember how to tell everyone about it.
There were many people staying there. There was one guy I was sitting next to, and had a conversation with. (Marine is reading his email aloud, at volume 10, and I cannot think of his name, right now.) But, this guy was in her band. He played guitar. He had long black hair, and was 30-something.
Madonna's mother was there. She was helping us with some craft-y type project. Okay - marine is shouting about "F@#$ing Muslim's" now, so I will stop, here. I cannot think with this racket going on.
Dreamscape:
Last night I had a short, but clear dream, near waking in the morning. I was at church, and Madonna (the pop one,) was also a member of our church. I was pleased that she invited me to her house, that night.
I remember talking with her, as if meeting for the first time. We were in her house. It was an enormous house with many unusual rooms. More like a modern-day castle. I remember looking carefully at the layout, so I would remember how to tell everyone about it.
There were many people staying there. There was one guy I was sitting next to, and had a conversation with. (Marine is reading his email aloud, at volume 10, and I cannot think of his name, right now.) But, this guy was in her band. He played guitar. He had long black hair, and was 30-something.
Madonna's mother was there. She was helping us with some craft-y type project. Okay - marine is shouting about "F@#$ing Muslim's" now, so I will stop, here. I cannot think with this racket going on.
Friday, April 02, 2004
Friday April 2, 2004 -
Dreamscape: Had a very clear dream last night - I remember I was back in my Elementary School, in St. Elmo - I was sitting in the hall at a desk, working. An older, grey-haired lady, about 5'5 with a jolly, round face - I had seen once before in my dreams came in and unlocked the Kindergarten Room door and said hello, and went inside. A friendly encounter.
Then, this guy drove up in an open-top Jeep. Blonde, German or Scandinavian looking. 20-something - muscular build. I think he was trying to pick me up! HAHAHAH! He was asking directions, and didn't know the area. But, he kept talking, after I told him the directions, wanting me to get in, or get closer. So, I ended up getting in the Jeep with him to show him. Once I was in the car, I looked at the time, (for once!) . . . and decided it was lunch time. That meant, I could go on a mission-of-mercy-adventure with him, and not be missed from work. So it was, and we drove off.
He was looking for the Sherwin-Williams Paint store. He mentioned some street numbers, and I took him to the closest one, in Lincoln Mall, (where Scott and I went on our impromptu road-trip, two weeks ago.) I remember telling him he was almost there. He was on the right path. When we got there, he stopped the car, and we kissed, but neither of us wanted to do anything more than that. I was taken, [Scott]. He respected that.
Well, suddenly, that wasn't the right paint store, and I had to eat, yet. [it was still my lunch hour] We were in a big parking lot - which was at my high-school, but also on my college campus - where the cafeteria was - [both places merged in my mind, what can I say.]
He looked at his directions, once more, and I noticed that the address to his paint store was actually in Oak Forest - way North of where we were. I said goodbye, and got out, rather hurriedly, pointing him in the right direction. He drove off, and I remember thinking - why doesn't he just go get a map? He was college-age, and I just figured he didn't have enough money. But, he had money for some frivolous thing in his jeep. [trying to remember] So I didn't feel too bad. But, when I woke up, I felt bad for just getting out, and not showing him where the new paint store was. I was where I needed to be, so I just didn't give his problems any more thought, after that.
Well, I remember going inside a building - and my friend Martha was there. She wanted me to work on painting an airplane. I was actually doing the painting. [another paint reference, here] - her live-in boyfriend was there, and made a comment - "I really like our new bed." Then she made a comment - "Well, I guess it could be your bed, too, since I bought it."
There were other friends there, and they heard that comment and thought it was typical "Martha" style. Sort of selfish or self-important - sounding. Controlling, maybe?
Anyway, I started painting the airplane, and was choosing pale-yellow-ochre shades from the small paint tubes. They were from one of the extra water color sets that was in the drawer. When I was choosing the right tube, I was all-of-a-sudden concerned about using all the paint for this project, and thinking I might run out of paint for MY water color book project. Now, it was for Jamie (my son,) so I didn't mind. (For Martha, I think I would have minded.)
We finished up, and left Martha's, and walked outside with all our friends. They were saying, "Did you catch Martha's subtle comment about the bed? And how she made sure that the BF KNEW it was HER bed, not HIS?"
Then, some old, grey hairyed guy - a chauffer - a jolly Irish-looking face, came walking up, (from the North of the parking lot at school - what directions, eh???) He was an old friend of mine. I think he also knew the Kindergarten Lady, from earlier. Then, his wife got off a bus, out front. He slapped her on the butt, as she was walking. They were playful. We were all walking away. Then, I woke up.
The End.
Dreamscape: Had a very clear dream last night - I remember I was back in my Elementary School, in St. Elmo - I was sitting in the hall at a desk, working. An older, grey-haired lady, about 5'5 with a jolly, round face - I had seen once before in my dreams came in and unlocked the Kindergarten Room door and said hello, and went inside. A friendly encounter.
Then, this guy drove up in an open-top Jeep. Blonde, German or Scandinavian looking. 20-something - muscular build. I think he was trying to pick me up! HAHAHAH! He was asking directions, and didn't know the area. But, he kept talking, after I told him the directions, wanting me to get in, or get closer. So, I ended up getting in the Jeep with him to show him. Once I was in the car, I looked at the time, (for once!) . . . and decided it was lunch time. That meant, I could go on a mission-of-mercy-adventure with him, and not be missed from work. So it was, and we drove off.
He was looking for the Sherwin-Williams Paint store. He mentioned some street numbers, and I took him to the closest one, in Lincoln Mall, (where Scott and I went on our impromptu road-trip, two weeks ago.) I remember telling him he was almost there. He was on the right path. When we got there, he stopped the car, and we kissed, but neither of us wanted to do anything more than that. I was taken, [Scott]. He respected that.
Well, suddenly, that wasn't the right paint store, and I had to eat, yet. [it was still my lunch hour] We were in a big parking lot - which was at my high-school, but also on my college campus - where the cafeteria was - [both places merged in my mind, what can I say.]
He looked at his directions, once more, and I noticed that the address to his paint store was actually in Oak Forest - way North of where we were. I said goodbye, and got out, rather hurriedly, pointing him in the right direction. He drove off, and I remember thinking - why doesn't he just go get a map? He was college-age, and I just figured he didn't have enough money. But, he had money for some frivolous thing in his jeep. [trying to remember] So I didn't feel too bad. But, when I woke up, I felt bad for just getting out, and not showing him where the new paint store was. I was where I needed to be, so I just didn't give his problems any more thought, after that.
Well, I remember going inside a building - and my friend Martha was there. She wanted me to work on painting an airplane. I was actually doing the painting. [another paint reference, here] - her live-in boyfriend was there, and made a comment - "I really like our new bed." Then she made a comment - "Well, I guess it could be your bed, too, since I bought it."
There were other friends there, and they heard that comment and thought it was typical "Martha" style. Sort of selfish or self-important - sounding. Controlling, maybe?
Anyway, I started painting the airplane, and was choosing pale-yellow-ochre shades from the small paint tubes. They were from one of the extra water color sets that was in the drawer. When I was choosing the right tube, I was all-of-a-sudden concerned about using all the paint for this project, and thinking I might run out of paint for MY water color book project. Now, it was for Jamie (my son,) so I didn't mind. (For Martha, I think I would have minded.)
We finished up, and left Martha's, and walked outside with all our friends. They were saying, "Did you catch Martha's subtle comment about the bed? And how she made sure that the BF KNEW it was HER bed, not HIS?"
Then, some old, grey hairyed guy - a chauffer - a jolly Irish-looking face, came walking up, (from the North of the parking lot at school - what directions, eh???) He was an old friend of mine. I think he also knew the Kindergarten Lady, from earlier. Then, his wife got off a bus, out front. He slapped her on the butt, as she was walking. They were playful. We were all walking away. Then, I woke up.
The End.
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