Post by KG on Jun 8, 2006 9:24:22 GMT -5
I wanted to tell you about my dream, cause I actually remember it vividly. Something that was missing from my life for the last couple of months for some reason.
In the dream we were supposed to go on a family vacation. My husband found out he couldn't go, so he decided to scrimp on the cost of a hotel, and let us stay at a place that belonged to some guy he knew. My youngest daughter was strangely missing from the dream entirely. It was as if she had never been born, but my oldest was the age she is now.
Now my daughter and I had no idea what this place was like, or even a clear picture of where it was, but I think it was south of where we are now. Anyway we had a map, and we took turns driving and navigating. It was a very long drive on an interstate at first, and then we went to a very remote location. It was supposed to be near a beach, but it was woodsy and looked more like the mountains, though it was really just hilly.
When we got there there the man who owned it let us in. I got the distinct feeling we were sort of putting him out of his own house, becasue he obviously lived there. His masculine energy was all over the house. I suggested he just go ahead and stay with us, but he insisted he was going to sleep in his office anyway. He said he didn't mind a bit that we were going to be there, and that he would check on us in the morning and see if we needed anything.
The house was a little cottage fixed like a studio appartment. One big room, with a kitchen, and an enormous living room, but all one room. The living room had a single bed and a big comfortable sofa. The bed had an orange blanket on it, and the rest of the house was decorated in woodsy brown, beige and rust colors. It was spacious enough but all one room.
There was a sliding glass door at the back with a huge plate glass fixed window on either side of it, as if it were for a view. When the man opened up the curtain the view was a very old cemetary. It appeared to be like late 1700's to early 1800's with some very nice statues, crypts, etc. It was very pretty in a haunted sort of way, and there was a light fog, floating just above the ground. I thought it was beautiful, but my daughter was creeped out. She was too nice to say so but I knew she thought it was totally creepy. The guy explained that he was the caretaker for the cemetary, and that the house came with his job. I started looking and there was one of those above ground tomb things. Like a little box about three feet high, and it had a cross standing in the center of it, but other than that it was a big flat stone. I got a strong urge to go and lie down on top of it, but I knew it would freak people out if I did, still it was like a compulsion. I planed to do this when no one was watching.
Then the man left, and we went to sleep... isn't that weird?
In the dream we were supposed to go on a family vacation. My husband found out he couldn't go, so he decided to scrimp on the cost of a hotel, and let us stay at a place that belonged to some guy he knew. My youngest daughter was strangely missing from the dream entirely. It was as if she had never been born, but my oldest was the age she is now.
Now my daughter and I had no idea what this place was like, or even a clear picture of where it was, but I think it was south of where we are now. Anyway we had a map, and we took turns driving and navigating. It was a very long drive on an interstate at first, and then we went to a very remote location. It was supposed to be near a beach, but it was woodsy and looked more like the mountains, though it was really just hilly.
When we got there there the man who owned it let us in. I got the distinct feeling we were sort of putting him out of his own house, becasue he obviously lived there. His masculine energy was all over the house. I suggested he just go ahead and stay with us, but he insisted he was going to sleep in his office anyway. He said he didn't mind a bit that we were going to be there, and that he would check on us in the morning and see if we needed anything.
The house was a little cottage fixed like a studio appartment. One big room, with a kitchen, and an enormous living room, but all one room. The living room had a single bed and a big comfortable sofa. The bed had an orange blanket on it, and the rest of the house was decorated in woodsy brown, beige and rust colors. It was spacious enough but all one room.
There was a sliding glass door at the back with a huge plate glass fixed window on either side of it, as if it were for a view. When the man opened up the curtain the view was a very old cemetary. It appeared to be like late 1700's to early 1800's with some very nice statues, crypts, etc. It was very pretty in a haunted sort of way, and there was a light fog, floating just above the ground. I thought it was beautiful, but my daughter was creeped out. She was too nice to say so but I knew she thought it was totally creepy. The guy explained that he was the caretaker for the cemetary, and that the house came with his job. I started looking and there was one of those above ground tomb things. Like a little box about three feet high, and it had a cross standing in the center of it, but other than that it was a big flat stone. I got a strong urge to go and lie down on top of it, but I knew it would freak people out if I did, still it was like a compulsion. I planed to do this when no one was watching.
Then the man left, and we went to sleep... isn't that weird?