Opening Night

Date of dream: Tuesday, June 04, 2013

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:     Rating:
Lucid Intent? No    

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I'm with Mom and Dad, in their home (unfamiliar to me) somewhere. Apparently I'm in high school, and in a play in which I have a leading role. I'm in my costume (long, poofed skirt and perhaps a bonnet of some sort) and ready to leave for the opening performance. My parents will come to see it tomorrow, so I'm going there by myself this evening.
 
There's a prop I need to take with me; it's an oblong-shaped closed box on wheels, somewhat like a baby carriage but rather strange and unwieldy. I push it along the street to a "station" of some sort. It's a small enclosed space which is the entrance of an 'elevator' or some kind of moving energy vehicle. I maneuver the dark gray box into this small space and wait for the vehicle to come take me to the theater. It's the first time I've had to bring this strange prop with me and I'm a bit concerned about it. Two neighborhood men, friends of my parents, come along, crowd into the entrance and say they'll accompany me. They're going to the show and looking forward to it they tell me. They're very nice men but this elevator-like area is very small and congested now; I feel claustrophobic and almost panicky ! I bolt out, dragging the box along clumsily and say that I'll go through the walkway instead because I'm nervous about opening night. They're surprised but don't object.
 
Now I'm pushing the wheeled box through a long, narrow corridor which is enclosed on all sides. There is barely enough room to push my prop through. At the last right-angled turn toward the left, the box almost gets stuck. Fortunately, yet again in almost a state of panic, I persist and finally get it to clear the walls and move on through. Then I'm out in the open air again and very close to my destination.  After that, all seems to go well....and apparently I wake with no further recall.

Additional Comments:

There was another small part in the kitchen with my parents, a pleasant conversation, which I couldn't get to come back to memory.

I am re-reading my recorded dreams since 1969, four years of Guided Writings, and a series of psychic/spiritual Readings I've had with various people over the years. All in preparation of writing another book which I'll be guided and instructred about as time goes on. I have a co-author/ghost writer this time who, I believe, has been relocated to my area for the purpose of helping me with this book. We meet next week to discuss how this will come about. Highly unusual, to say the least!

  • Themes
  • Action
  • Dramatic
  • Relationships
  • Success
  • Transition
  • Settings
  • Unfamiliar
  • Characters
  • Mother
  • Father
  • Stranger
  • Emotions
  • Anxiety
  • Worry
  • Activities
  • Visual
  • Movement
  • Problem Solving
  • Keywords
    parental comfort
    high school
    dramatic production
    costume
    strange 'prop' on wheels
    narrow & crowded spaces

    Life-changing Trauma

    Date of dream: Friday, April 26, 2013

    Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:     Rating:
    Lucid Intent? No    

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    There are traumatized children here in this building; they're all pre-school ages (between 3 and 6) and the female caretakers are not their mothers. This is not a temporary situation. Something unpleasant has happened and these tots are permanently either orphaned or abandoned.
     
    I'm staying in this place temporarily. It's somewhat like an older hotel or very large house. There's a man with me in a double bed at one point early in the dream who seems to be a husband - but I never see him although we converse quietly (perhaps telepathically) about the fact that no one else here seems to be awake yet. 
     
    Later he's gone and I'm downstairs on the mail floor with a female friend who will be going to a football game with me in the afternoon. She and I converse telepathically and I never see her either. Part of the uniform that we'll be wearing involves white socks and I have found my freshly laundered pair on the floor. There seems to be no furniture or drawers to put clothing in here.
     
    Not many details are clear except about these children. They will be brought downstairs into the large basement playroom. I wish I could help out in some way and I offer to bring down a few purple padded items, cushions, I think, that they might like to play with. I'm told these children wouldn't be able to cope with strangers around them, so I won't be able to stay downstairs and help. I take two or three of these purple cushions downstairs now, before the children are brought down.
     
    There is a sad feeling here; it's a hopeless situation. Something traumatic and life-changing has occurred. Perhaps in this country or possibly the world. Nothing is, or ever will be, the same. Everyone is traumatized.

    Additional Comments:

    I surely hope this dream isn't precognitive. I do get them periodically and this 'feels' like one.

    (The football reference is due to my having watched the first 14 picks of the 2014 NFL Draft!)

  • Themes
  • Loss
  • Relationships
  • Transition
  • Settings
  • Indoors
  • Unfamiliar
  • Characters
  • Child
  • Friend
  • Unfamiliar
  • Emotions
  • Confusion
  • Helpless
  • Numb
  • Sadness
  • Activities
  • Thinking
  • Visual
  • Problem Solving
  • Keywords
    orphaned/abandoned children

    A Huge Wave Swell

    Date of dream: Thursday, April 04, 2013

    Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:     Rating:
    Lucid Intent? No    

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    The scene is a very big beach on a bright, sunny day. I'm sort of a counselor/volunteer assigned to a large family with about six children of varying ages. They're part of a group which comes to this outing each year. The older kids and I are out in the deep greenish water, way over our heads, floating on the large wave swells as they roll towards the shore.
     
    At one point I swim out farther away from the rest of them for a few minutes. An enormous swell comes along and lifts me up very high. I ride it floating upright and turn to face the shore. The people are staring at this amazing wave in awe and pointing at it. I smile and wave my hands toward them to let them know I'm okay and not afraid. Actually, I'm enjoying the thrill of this powerful wave. It pushes and carries me closer to shore and I get myself slightly behind it to avoid the curling breaker as it prepares to crash down onto the sand in the shallows. Then I swim back out into the deep water again. A couple of older boys are lying on surf boards not far away. It suddenly occurs to me that the tide is coming in. I call over to tell them that sometimes sharks will swim with the incoming tide and that we might want to move into shallower water. I'm feeling a bit apprehensive as I make my way toward the shore. When I reach it I begin playing and laughing with the younger children there.
     
    Near the end of the day, Mike, my former minister, walks over and cautions me about something. He disapproves of what I've been doing or saying. It pertains to my talking to other people about some subject he doesn't like or approve of. His words and attitude put a damper on my high spirits and I wake up.

    Additional Comments:

    I have been speaking about my belief in extraterrestrials and UFOs in the local Toastmasters Club and also in the adult Sunday school/Bible study group.  I doubt that the former minister knows anything about this but even so, he probably wouldn't comment except in jest!

  • Themes
  • Action
  • Authority
  • Dramatic
  • Fun
  • Relationships
  • Settings
  • Outdoors
  • Sea
  • Unfamiliar
  • Characters
  • Unfamiliar
  • Emotions
  • Happiness
  • Relaxed
  • Shock
  • Activities
  • Physical
  • Visual
  • Movement
  • Keywords
    beach
    volunteer
    minister