Post by KG on Jul 8, 2012 22:49:56 GMT -5
I have not been doing well and feeling very confused about things. I had this dream and though it sounds awful, the symbolism does offer some real life clues for me. I see the empty nest syndrome working on me, but there is more there, if I can stand to look at it long enough.
Dream;
I was in a large fine home. It was white with so many bedrooms I could not count them. It was as if I was exploring, but the home was mine. It was like I had been dropped into a life alternative. I stepped out of a door and it had begun snowing. The snow was magical.
At the nice house, My husband would not let my oldest daughter see her boyfriend, saying he couldn’t come in the house. I was unsure if he was right or wrong, but the boy would sit outside the window of whatever room my daughter was in. He’d been sitting outside for hours, perhaps days… I talked to him and put my hand on his shoulder before I left the lawn. He was a handsome young man… seemed sweet… but I wasn’t sure… It was no one I know in real life. Strangely it was autumn while I was talking to him, but when I left, it was snowing and the air was crisp, but not cold.
Then I wandered off in the snow because it was such a lovely and delicious city scene. It reminded me of old fashioned Christmas cards. Many beautiful white mansions and mine was one. I went around amazed and singing to myself. I was so happy to have a beautiful home in a beautiful city… and the snow was amazing. It wasn’t cold, just snowing.
There was a crowd of nice people following me when I got back and I had invited them in… but when I got home my house had turned into some kind of trailer. It had an upstairs though with an attic pull down stair way that was broken. I worked to prop it up and sort of fix it. This house was awful and crummy. The people left while I was fixing the stairs, despite my feeble protests.
I went out again. I asked Bear about Lonnie as he walked me out to the front gate, and he said wistfully that we would visit her when we had enough money. The gate was strangely overdone for a crummy trailer, and was more like what one would expect at a nicer home. It was obviously summer. We passed under an arched trellis, I was slightly behind him, and then the scene changed.
Suddenly my youngest daughter and I were walking in a large park. There was a huge open green grassy area and green trees surrounded the field of green. We saw a large fat aircraft, like a fast dirigible. It flew over and I pointed at it playfully and it flew away. Then turned around, and chased us… My daughter and I ran and we got separated. I turned left towards some buildings and called to her to veer off, but she kept straight and went into the forest. The plane followed her.
I tried to look for her and could not find her. I asked a woman in a car if she’d seen her. She said my little daughter had been turned to stone… and they had taken her away. She said we had a gun and the air craft turned on her. The woman was antagonistic in tone and drove off in the car. There were three women in the car. I doubted her, but also feared she was right. I felt sick to my stomach that my daughter might be gone.
I went back home to the little trailer and it was dark. There was an old skinny woman there that dragged one foot… She seemed to be blind. She was a Crone. She had a power about her and her kind of strength reminded me of Lonnie’s Crone form. I followed the old crone around the dark trailer, which seemed huge in the dark. All I could see was the old woman’s dragging heal peeking out from under her long white nightgown. I couldn’t find anyone else there that I knew, but there were people, somewhere in the dark… women I sensed, but I couldn’t see. I thought maybe my youngest would come back. I kept asking the people I could not see if she had returned, but they said they didn’t know.
The crone kept pacing, and wandering around. We were looking for clothes apparently. It was so dark, but I saw a pink floral short dress or gown, and some white clothes she laid on a bed. We just kept wandering around in the dark with me following the blind crone.
I have had nightmares before about loosing my youngest to falling aircraft. I have also been having recurring nightmares about aircraft attacking. One involved a gold or orange mist and having to evacuate. If you could shed some light on this please advise.
Thanks,
Kim
Dream;
I was in a large fine home. It was white with so many bedrooms I could not count them. It was as if I was exploring, but the home was mine. It was like I had been dropped into a life alternative. I stepped out of a door and it had begun snowing. The snow was magical.
At the nice house, My husband would not let my oldest daughter see her boyfriend, saying he couldn’t come in the house. I was unsure if he was right or wrong, but the boy would sit outside the window of whatever room my daughter was in. He’d been sitting outside for hours, perhaps days… I talked to him and put my hand on his shoulder before I left the lawn. He was a handsome young man… seemed sweet… but I wasn’t sure… It was no one I know in real life. Strangely it was autumn while I was talking to him, but when I left, it was snowing and the air was crisp, but not cold.
Then I wandered off in the snow because it was such a lovely and delicious city scene. It reminded me of old fashioned Christmas cards. Many beautiful white mansions and mine was one. I went around amazed and singing to myself. I was so happy to have a beautiful home in a beautiful city… and the snow was amazing. It wasn’t cold, just snowing.
There was a crowd of nice people following me when I got back and I had invited them in… but when I got home my house had turned into some kind of trailer. It had an upstairs though with an attic pull down stair way that was broken. I worked to prop it up and sort of fix it. This house was awful and crummy. The people left while I was fixing the stairs, despite my feeble protests.
I went out again. I asked Bear about Lonnie as he walked me out to the front gate, and he said wistfully that we would visit her when we had enough money. The gate was strangely overdone for a crummy trailer, and was more like what one would expect at a nicer home. It was obviously summer. We passed under an arched trellis, I was slightly behind him, and then the scene changed.
Suddenly my youngest daughter and I were walking in a large park. There was a huge open green grassy area and green trees surrounded the field of green. We saw a large fat aircraft, like a fast dirigible. It flew over and I pointed at it playfully and it flew away. Then turned around, and chased us… My daughter and I ran and we got separated. I turned left towards some buildings and called to her to veer off, but she kept straight and went into the forest. The plane followed her.
I tried to look for her and could not find her. I asked a woman in a car if she’d seen her. She said my little daughter had been turned to stone… and they had taken her away. She said we had a gun and the air craft turned on her. The woman was antagonistic in tone and drove off in the car. There were three women in the car. I doubted her, but also feared she was right. I felt sick to my stomach that my daughter might be gone.
I went back home to the little trailer and it was dark. There was an old skinny woman there that dragged one foot… She seemed to be blind. She was a Crone. She had a power about her and her kind of strength reminded me of Lonnie’s Crone form. I followed the old crone around the dark trailer, which seemed huge in the dark. All I could see was the old woman’s dragging heal peeking out from under her long white nightgown. I couldn’t find anyone else there that I knew, but there were people, somewhere in the dark… women I sensed, but I couldn’t see. I thought maybe my youngest would come back. I kept asking the people I could not see if she had returned, but they said they didn’t know.
The crone kept pacing, and wandering around. We were looking for clothes apparently. It was so dark, but I saw a pink floral short dress or gown, and some white clothes she laid on a bed. We just kept wandering around in the dark with me following the blind crone.
I have had nightmares before about loosing my youngest to falling aircraft. I have also been having recurring nightmares about aircraft attacking. One involved a gold or orange mist and having to evacuate. If you could shed some light on this please advise.
Thanks,
Kim