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Post by KG on Dec 29, 2008 2:43:49 GMT -5
I guess I'll start a thread like booklover has done. I think it makes more sense than starting a new thread with each dream.
I took a nap this afternoon, and dreamed I was holding a toddler, maybe 18 months old or so. He was a husky little boy, and he seemed to be mine, or at least I was responsible for him. Even in my dream I was unsure where he came from. I remember at one point thinking... "didn't I have a little girl? Why do I have this boy." The most remarkable thing about him, is that he had amber colored eyes, with large brown spots in them. In many ways his eyes looked like amber. He was sort of red haired. In the dream I was with my mother, and visiting another mother and daughter who were both just slightly younger seeming than us. WE were in a sitting room in what they called their barn, though it was more of a garage, and then later we went into their house. Later still they visited my mom, but my cats and dogs were there. It seemed important to the dream that there were four women and a male baby. It also seemed strange that these women lived close to us, but were not people who actually live around here.
Anyway I thought that was strange, but then I mentioned vaguely to Rosabelle, that I dreamed of holding a baby, and she said she did too. She described the child to me, and it was the same child, with orange eyes and orange hair. Anyway her dream was much more violent than mine... one of her everybody is dead and then she gets killed too dreams. I don't know why she keeps having those, but it seems a constant lately. Anyway in Sarah's dream the child grew into a man right in front of her. As an adult he was wearing black pants and a black shirt. Though he was a red head, he had no freckles, and his skin was fair. He was nice she said. I got the feeling he was nice too, but in my dream I was distressed at having to take care of him all the time. I was tired of holding him, and finally put him in the walker. He was wearing a pale blue sleeper in my dream... one of those thick flannel ones, for winter, a snow suit really, but it was warm outside.
Has anyone else seen the amber eyed child.
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Post by KG on Jan 27, 2009 23:21:31 GMT -5
I dreamed that I was crossing a broad spance of ocean water, on a bridge. I was walking but the bridge became less and less substantial, and the water became more and more violently churned. About mid way across the bridge it was no more than a tightrope wire, which was not tight enough, and blowing in the wind. I was riding this rope as if I were more skating on it, than walking. I was sliding down the rope, while the water became so agitated that it was curling around me like a surfer in the tunnel of a wave. The water was incredibly blue, like a photo shot through a blue filter. Real life just isn't that colorful normally, though it photographers often like to pretend it is, with their work. I mean it looked like technicolor kind of reality, which isn't like reality at all, but it was beautiful.
I was suddenly shaken from thoughts about the beauty of the blue water swirling all around me. I had a sort of out of body moment where I saw myself gliding down the rope with all the grace of silver surfer. But suddenly I was aware of the very fragile way that I was barely touching the rope beneith my feet. I could feel it sliding under my shoes.
IT occured to me about that time that this might be dangerous. I thought to myself that this was no externally controlable carnival ride, and that it was up to me to manuver this wire, and stay on top of it. I was in control, and even though I had no experience with things like this, and I am not the most dexterious person in the world I would HAVE to make this work. IT felt very out of control, but I concentrated, and tried to get some control of the situation, and my body.
Amazingly I made it to the other side, which was a small island with a rustic brown log house. I think there was snow, but it was also a beach. The funny thing was that the snow was laying right next to the beach. The beach was warm... I was kind of facinated by that for a while. It wasn't uncomfortably cold either. There were people around like a resort. There were some little brick shops, like resorts have, but after a quick look around I went back to the house which stood by itself, and gave the impression of a country estate. All around the house was lush and green, a bit over grown in a way, or at least really natural. It had been snowing in town, and even next to the beach which looked strange, since it wasn't actually snowing ON the beach, just next to it. The lawn was very summer like though.
I went into the log home, and there was a woman there. I was her guest, and she had been expecting me. The woman had several children. The little girls were dressed in prairie dresses and bonnets, but it wasn't like we went back in history, she was just her idea of the way children should dress. I think they might have belonged to some religion but I am not sure which one. They had modern appliances, including a very nice washer and dryer combo, with the round glass in the front of each... the large size too. I was standing next to the stairs which were an antique turquoise blue and brown.
there was a huge pull down door right over my head, with the string. Suddenly the woman pulled the string, and water rushed out of the attic and drenched me and her and really the whole house. I was very startled by this, and said, "Why did you do that?" She answered, "That is just the way I clean the house. It washes everything." "But it gets everything all wet!" I protested. It'll dry, most of it has already run out into the yard, and taken the dirt with it." she replied in a matter of fact voice, and sure enough the floors, and furniture were nearly dry already, and everything looked neat and clean. It was crazy, but it seemed to work. I could see her kitchen from there. It had a rustic wood floor, and turquoise countertops. The cabinets were wood, and there was a wooden table and wood ladder back chairs.
It all felt rustic, and very homey. It felt like little house on the prarie, or like being around Mormons. The woman's energy was like Mormons I have met, and she seemed very familiar. I was comfortable with her, despite getting wet. The smaller girl who looked six or eight, was wearing yellow calico and the other one who looked about ten years old was in blue calico which was similar in color to the stairs, and counter tops but more blue than turquoise. There were other children around, but I don't remember what they were wearing or what they looked like, except I think they were boys. They were behind me though, so I didn't get a good look at them.
I knew I would be there for a good while. I knew I had a room upstairs, somewhere, but I didn't actually see it. For some reason I kept wanting to go upstairs, but I didn't. I just stayed down stairs and talked to the woman. There would be plenty of time to explore the house later.
Kim
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Post by ~Sephity~ on Jan 28, 2009 19:18:53 GMT -5
Do you think it was just a dream? Or do you think it was someone reaching out to you through one?
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Post by KG on Jan 29, 2009 0:00:49 GMT -5
It seems to me like a powerful message from my subconscious, or maybe my higher self... probably my subconscious. The symbolism is all familiar, and it has elements that are meaningful in my dreams.
The flimsy bridge dream has a lot of variations but I have it frequently. Sometimes I drive across, having to jump the car over gaps in the bridge, sometimes it is indoors like a stairway landing or colapsing stairs. This is the first time it was a tightrope though. If I make it across, and don't go back or fall it seems to bring me luck in whatever I am trying to do, if that makes any sense. Other than that it makes me phobic of bridges. LOL
I know the part with the bridge and the water has to do with facing my fears bravely, and dealing with my emotions, rather than avoiding things that stress me out. It is telling me to be bold, press on, and do what I need to do and what I want to do. It's OK to take risks.
Water is also a very common one for me. The Beach is always a wonderful dream. It was strange that I left the beach willingly. Usually feel pressured to leave by someone else, and regret it for the rest of the dream. This time it seemed like everything was equally wonderful on the island. I risked life and limb to get there, but once there. I loved the beach, then snow, the shops, and the house about equally. It was all so beautiful.
I think it was very strange that the ocean, the sand and the snow lay side by side, and then not far away it was green grass, and trees with leaves. That part is the part I am wondering about the most. I can't figure out what these things mean when all together like that? I remember a long time ago God telling me I had to intergrate the elements in my life, instead of trying to make everything a seperate category... maybe it has to do with that, but I am not sure.
The house was very nostalgic, loving and comfortable. It was a very secure place, even if all that water did come out of the attic. Really there were several images of water, all different. Violently churning water, happy little breakers on the beach, frozen water, and then crystal clear cleansing water... the washing machine had soapy foaming water, so I guess the main thrust of the dream was water. Water can mean either emotion or spiritual energy. It can also be about cleansing. Fresh snow means frozen emotions, or it can mean a fresh start. I tend to think fresh start is good.
The more I think of it, I wonder if the woman with all the children was my friend Shela. It felt like her in a way, and she is mormon. She moved away years ago, after marrying a childhood friend of mine, and becoming a close friend for quite a while. I always admired her, and I felt like the dream was telling me to be more like her. Her kids really dress normal though, so the prarrie dresses and bonnets were symbolic, but I am not sure of what because the definition didn't fit that feeling exactly. It was a traditional attitude, but not in a bad way at all. It wasn't a demurgian bonnet, of shame for women, and of hiding ones face. it was a protective and comforting bonnet. Maybe even a fun bonnet, for play. Everyone in the dream had on hystorical clothing, which appeared to be from the mid to late 1800's. There were no men in the dream though, at least that I noticed. There were little boys in the living room behind me, and I sensed there were men in town. I may have seen one or two in my perepheral, but mostly it was women dressed in nice 1890's fashionable clothing in town, and then the woman and her girls dressed in traditional women's work clothing. The prarrie dresses were obviously comfortable, and ment to work in, unlike the fancy dresses with the little fur trim that the women near the shops were wearing.
Overall the symbolism is easy to figure seperately, but put together I am not sure.
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