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Wednesday Weird


I am on the verge of something.  I don’t know what it is.  I’ve been having these strange dreams lately.  First I dreamt – 4 times the same night! – that I had an appt at 1:30.  That was a couple of weeks ago.  I really didn’t expect anything to happen that day at 1:30, but I have learned that numbers in my dreams don’t always mean what one would think they do.  This might mean months, or days, or weeks, or even something like Jan 30th.  Or any combination, like in 1 week and 30 days.  FireShot capture #110 - 'royal carribean_jpg (JPEG Image, 504x504 pixels)' - www_melbournegopwomen_org_royal%20carribean

Then, just the other night, I dreamt, also 4 times again, that company was coming.  It was different people in each of the dreams, sometimes it was one person, other times it was more like a little party, but always “Company’s coming!”

So … any of you planning on a visit or something?  😉

Honestly, it could mean anything.  I have no idea.  I have learned over the years though to pay attention and be alert when things like this happen to me.  So my eyes are open!

What about you?  Do weird things like that happen to you?  Little “future foretells” that come in out of the blue, and turn out to come true? 

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Wednesday What-not

image_thumb[1]Ahh, forgive me.  I wasn’t going to say anything about it, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and I’m out of blogging ideas tonight.

Have you ever had a dream about something from your childhood, and you wake up with all the memories and emotions of those events?  I think I was around 7 or so when I woke up the other morning.  7 and gunning for bear.  I really hate when that happens!  It makes me feel like all the effort I’ve put into being a grown-up just flies out the window, because there is really something almost enviable about being able to have a 7 year old tantrum, and I sort of wish I could stay there.  ;)  There is the part of me that wants to go back with those 7 year old emotions but with my grown-up body and my grown-up strength and spank the living snot out of some people.  With the belt, heh. 

Unfortunately, it doesn’t take long after waking for the grown-up reality to kick in.  I’m not 7, and I can’t throw fits like one, and revenge isn’t mine to take.  It was enough that I left certain people behind when I walked away.  But boy oh boy, I confess, sometimes those vengeful thoughts do make me smile!

Yeah, it’s a wicked smile.  😈

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375561hhjk66fmxb I had the strangest dream the other night.  In it, I was standing on this pier.  I’d taken a cab or something to get there.  When I arrived, I stood waiting on a dock.  There was a lady, touristy type, standing next to me and she said with a friendly smile, “Oh, I believe that’s your ship dear.”  Then I saw the ship.  The biggest ship I’d ever seen.  It was ginormous.  One of those huge cruise ship things.  It was white, and had a wide sky blue band running along the side.  On the band, in big white block letters was the name of the ship.  It said, “Economic Recovery.” 

Most people just use the term figuratively, their ship came in.  I have to be teased and dream about a literal ship coming in.  *sigh*


Speaking of dreams, mine have gotten kind of weird lately.  With few exceptions – like the ship one, and one I dreamed of about my childhood house, I’ve been dreaming in what I have come to call “Medium mode.”  Yep, my dreams now look like episodes of Medium, complete with me being played by Patricia Arquette, and Darc being played by Jake Weber.  It’s doggone annoying, I can tell you that.  Nothing against Jake Weber – he’s got his good points.  But Darc is way better looking.


The childhood house dream, you ask?  Would you believe, I didn’t even go in it?  All the years I’ve dreamt about that house, I’ve never not gone in it.  This time I went into a neighbor’s house, and watched mine from across the street.  Watched my family, 1970s version, living in the house.  How bizarre is that?  The kid who lived there, I had a little crush on him when I was like 7, and he used to chase me on his bike.  He and his family lived in the house across the street from my house for years and years, long after I moved away.  But in the dream the kid was in his 20’s or so, much as he was the last time I saw him.  In real life he was 2 or 3 years older than me. 


At least I can say my dreams are interesting and entertaining, right?  😉

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Childhood Dreams

Childhood home

I have noticed throughout my life that when I dream about a house, it is usually this house.  This is the house I lived in as a young girl.  The window on the far left was my bedroom.  The big tree you see on the right by the driveway – I couldn’t quite get my hands around it.  Now I doubt I could get my arms around it. 

It’s a different color now, and it looks like the driveway has been cobbled.  The roses and hosta that were by the front door are gone now too.  I could stare and totally memorize this picture and these changes, but when I dream about it, it is still the way it was back when I was a kid.  I know the layout like the back of my hand, unless there’ve been internal remodels I can’t see.  I loved this house, but it’s funny, I hate houses that have a big garage front and center, and I can’t stand gallery kitchens like this house had.  When I was a kid I didn’t think of such things though, it was simply my house. 

I knew all the neighbors on this street, before the curve that you can’t see.  I rode my bike all over the place here, made friends and mud pies here, played with my dog here, and cut the grass here.  It was just an average middle class house in an average middle class neighborhood, and I was just an average middle class kid.  There’s nothing special here, nothing to mark it as unique.  In fact, this house has some pretty similar counterparts sprinkled along the street.  Not tract-homes, but perhaps just a handful of models, and apparently this one was popular when the subdivision was built in the mid-60’s. 

So why do I dream about it still?  Why are the dreams so vivid and full of color?  And why do dreams about this house seem to signal that a change is coming in my life?  That’s the one I can’t figure out.  Nearly every time something is about to happen to me – something I am completely unaware of – I will dream about this house.  Sometimes the changes are internal, like finally realizing something.  Other times it’s a big change, like moving or discovering there’s a baby on the way, or a divorce.  This house is central to my psyche it seems, and heralds events like a banner, or a banshee – I haven’t decided. 

And last night I once again dreamt I was there. 

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Another weird dream

This is sort of strange.  I had this dream last night, right?  It was one of those 3rd person kind of things, and I wasn’t me in the dream.  Doesn’t matter.  At the end of the dream, I could see these words written in sand.  Now, this is a little hard to describe, so bear with me, okay?  I could only see 3 lines at a time, with the top line being washed away by clear (not foamy) sea water, the middle line was clearly visible, and the 3rd line was obscure and out of focus.  It was like this 3-line “window” was moving down over the lines, so while I could only see 3 lines at a time, it was moving over something that was several lines long.  Only the middle line was focused. 

Years ago I used to read a lot about dreams and dream research.  One thing that I remember is that seeing the written word in dreams is unusual, because dreams occur on the side of our brain that doesn’t have language.  (I think that’s the right side but I can’t remember.)  That’s why dreams so often use symbols, because language is stored on the left side of the brain, and dreams come from the right side. 

So when I see words in my dreams I try to take note because I know it’s kind of rare.  In this case, I got a poem.  You should see my chicken scrawl as I tried to write with my eyes closed.  

The memory of your pleasure
Is too close to
The memory of my pain
I cannot keep them separate in my mind
Your promise was a lie

This, my promise, is true
One day you will know you need me
I won’t be there
Because of you
You sent me away
Because of me
I remain that way

Your father said
You’ll be sorry if you let her go
You said
It’s just for a little while
Your father said
Nothing is ever just a little while


It made me feel kind of sad.  I’m not sure why, it was just a dream.  And no, I don’t do drugs before I go to bed.


PS – almost forgot to tell you – there’s an awesomely cool website that’s re-enacting the Apollo moon mission in real time – check it out!  They’re doing tweets too, so it’s like getting tweets from the astronauts. 

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Warped Dreams

I had maybe the weirdest dream of my life last night.  It was the kind of dream where – because you only woke up to use the potty and were still dead tired so you went back to bed – you pound your head to make sure you don’t forget it.

It was like watching a movie in full Technicolor glory and the plot was intense and twisted.  The events were so bizarre!  It was sort of like a time-warp crime drama and naturally I had to spill it to my Beloved as soon as I woke up because if anyone could write this, he can.  And I hope he does!

But where do I come up with this stuff?  I wasn’t in the dream, nor was anyone I knew.  I’ve never been to the place I dreamt about.  Most people’s dreams feature themselves, but mine often don’t.  That seems odd to me, but I guess it’s probably par for the course.

So would you like to know a little more about my dream?  Okay, since you asked so nicely, I’ll tell you!  😉

There was a large party going on at a palatial estate located in some hilly region of New England.  The people having the party were quite wealthy and there were perhaps 100 invited guests – an evening gown and tux type of affair.  This event took place in May of 1944.  For unknown reasons, 6-12 people – dressed to blend in with the guests – started killing people using knives, garrotes, small caliber guns.  Unknown to the killers, about 8 people managed to hide from the attack and survived.  Once the killers left and the survivors found each other, they picked up a phone to call for help.  A dispatch center in 2009 answered.

For over 6 decades, the estate had sat empty and no one ever really knew why.  No one knew about the attack that had taken place there.  It was always known as “that such-and-such estate on the hill.”  No one ever really paid it that much attention.  Now the cops have several survivors who claim it’s 1944, almost 100 bodies to identify and bury, and a case that’s 65 years new.

How’s that?  A major time warp, no?  Does it sound as good to you now as it did to me when I woke up?  Or am I like totally crazy?  I think Darc could write this, even though it’s more a crime thing than a horror thing.  Maybe I’ll dream some more of it tonight – that would rock.  Then I could find out why the bad guys were there killing people, and I might find out all the twists and turns of it all.  I hope I do, because I really want to know what happened and why!


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The Devil’s in the details

Maybe it was the socks.  I really don’t know. 

I had the weirdest nightmare the other night.  I was sitting in a chair, much like on a witness stand, and the room was dark, with just a simple spotlight on a man.  A very good-looking man: tall, black wavy hair, dashing white smile, dressed in a tux with a bowtie.  He was pacing back and forth in front of me, just like a lawyer might do, asking me all kinds of questions.  I do remember feeling frustrated because while I had the answers, (wish I could remember!) it was taking me a long time to put them together.  He was very patient but he kept twisting things, statements and questions, so they had no real truth to them.  He kept trying to trip me up and I’m not very good at thinking on the fly, I need time to put my thoughts together.  At some point I recognized the identity of my prosecutor and called him out, by name.  He smirked at me, and I woke up. 

I was burning up.  See, I’ve taken to wearing socks lately because my feet have been so cold.  I hate socks.  I hate shoes.  I mean, I love shoes, but I hate wearing them in the house – in the house it’s barefoot or nothing.  *snort*  Even more than wearing socks around the house, I despise wearing them to bed.  I got so sick of the 1-2 hours it takes my feet to warm up though once I’m in bed, that I caved, and left my socks on when I snuggled in for the night.  Overheat, big time.  There is no happy medium apparently.  No socks = frozen toes; socks = dreams of hell and the Devil. 

At this point, I’m more inclined to dance with the Devil, as awful as that is, because at least then I don’t feel like an amputee.  Perhaps it’s time to re-think that whole idea of hot bricks in the bed, like they did in olden times.  😉


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