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I Dreamed that I punched a Repugnantcan

26 Jan

I lived in a fairly large city. I went up cement steps leading to a contemporary glass building. Inside, I was first at a restaurant with long, narrow tables. I think it specialized in noodles and sushi.

Next, in the same building, I went shopping in a huge…shop. I think it sold groceries, among other things. It looked something like Market of Choice.

I felt lonely and melancholy, recalling that I used to shop here with friends….well, frenemies, so of course I was better off without them. But I used to be so sociable, and now I was so alone.

The best part of the shop was a section where they had antique dolls. I was in there, gazing in wonder at some silk-clad Japanese dolls and little porcelain dolls.

A tall, slender, and young female employee with dark blond hair was in an aisle on her knees, stocking merchandise. I went into her aisle and recognized her. Maybe I greeted her. She said, “Susan, [name of another employee] told me that you’re too loud. You’ve got to keep your voice down.”

My mood abruptly shifted from delighted at antique dolls to hurt, shocked, ashamed, and humiliated. I backed away. I considered leaving the shop without buying the many items in my grocery cart.

Next, I was back in the restaurant, where I returned to my table and picked up a dinner roll I’d dropped on the floor.

Next, I was still in the shop, but in a narrow back corridor, the kind that leads to restrooms and water fountains and emergency exits.

An old white woman who was short and skinny and had (probably dyed) short black hair rudely looked me up and down. She said, “A Democrat. Yes, you’re a Democrat.” She moved past me. “Democrats are boring.”

If this happened in real life, hopefully I’d reply, “First of all, no, they’re not. Second, I’m registered Green Party. Third, Repugnantcans are fascist white male supremacists.”

But in the dream, I didn’t say that.

I punched her in the face.

She fell to the floor and lay there moaning and exclaiming, so in seconds I went from feeling satisfied to feeling guilty. I guess I was causing too much noise, even without speaking.

I felt terrible, so I bent down and tried to help the harpy up, but then she started gloating and laughing at me, while a couple other shoppers watched, so I left her on the floor.

Talking Cats and Ramen

23 Jan

I dreamed I was one of three people who died and became cats. We were talking cats in the Bardo or some such place. The three of us gathered together, and I was expecting a dharma talk and expected the other two to be Enlightened, so I was surprised that one of them, a chubby white and brown cat—maybe a short-haired Persian—was curled up in a giant bowl of ramen and spilled noodles over the edge and onto the flat white surface we occupied. This cat was somewhat wiggly and, at the end of the dream, was reaching over the edge to grab the spilled ramen.

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Earlier, I dreamed that I just moved to the house in Kansas, but it was a bigger and more elegant house furnished beautifully with antiques, mostly Victorian and Edwardian. Other people were there, but they weren’t nasty relatives harassing me; they were friendly people being nice to me, people I happened to know who’d moved to the area or neighborhood.

I wandered around the house a little and was impressed with the antiques. In one room, I think a bedroom, there was a dark brown cabinet. I thought a yellow armchair was attached to it before I realized that no, it was in front of it.

Someone came to visit, and it was a jerk from elementary and high school, but now he was being nice and polite. In the midst of conversation, I paused and asked, “Wait a minute. You lived in Indiana. What are you doing in Kansas?”

I was so enamored with the house that it wasn’t until toward the end of the dream that I started to remember in the back of my head that this was Kansas, a horrible place full of overt misogynists, and I began to wonder, despite the house, if I could stand dwelling in such a place. (In real life, the answer turned out to be an emphatic NO.)

Playmakers, Death, and Tea

22 Jan

I had a dream in which I lived in…a warehouse. It certainly looked like a warehouse. I had my own little corner loft where my bed was located.

A couple of friends were helping me create a play in that same warehouse. We had various unfinished stage sets–structures made of wood and chip board that hadn’t been painted yet–while those two, who were actors, were wrapped up in rehearsing. One was female and the other male. They somehow managed to break a couple of holes in a set–maybe it was a canvas background–and I was beginning to get anxious about getting work done on the sets. I’m not sure what I was working on, probably costumes.

I mentioned to the two of them that I’d appreciate it if they’d take a break from rehearsing and work on the set. They made some excuse, like they needed to get the choreography right, and they exchanged a look that convinced me that they were just humoring me and weren’t really going to go through with this play. They probably thought I was insane.

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I was an observer, like I was watching a movie.

The setting was a hotel, I think. At least two characters were thieves or something low-class and not respectable.

In a large space just beyond a corridor (both with simple white walls), someone sneaked up behind a man in a waiter’s uniform (white jacket) and killed him somehow. He fell to the floor.

A busy and authoritative woman in black came along with a pot of tea. She was probably the housekeeper. I thought she was going to see the dead body, scream, and drop the tea pot, making it shatter. Instead, she approached a big barrel-like thing full of tea and poured some in. It was in a row of such barrels on the floor and against the wall, along one side of a hallway. A couple of other busy people were in the hallway. First, she said something about more tea, but after pouring some in, she said, “Maybe that’s a little too much tea.”

A Nightmare while Napping

19 Jan

It’s probably not normal to have a nightmare while napping.

I dreamed I was traveling with a group of friends. We were in a building–oh, hell, this was weird. Okay, first, I’d just found out that I was probably pregnant. I was freaking out and hoping it wasn’t true. In a shop inside what looked like an old wooden building, I went in with a female friend, and I was frantically wandering the aisles–it looked like a tiny drug store. There were thermometers that resembled pregnancy tests. I kept seeing those thermometers and thinking they were the tests. First, I saw them on display, then I saw them in many rows stacked in back. I don’t remember finding the pregnancy testers.

I do remember deciding that if I were pregnant, I’d get an abortion, then I regretted no longer having health insurance.

After all that, I was in this different, deeper part of the building with a small group of friends. We stood in a ramp-like corridor talking, but I forget about what.

Soon I wandered and was separated from the group. I wandered around inside the building, which seemed huge.

I wandered into a room noisy with people. It was carpeted in white. I was anxious around these people and wanted to get out of there. I headed toward a staircase, but soon I stepped in red stuff on the carpet and looked down, and a paramedic or someone like that was bending over what looked like a dead person, or at least someone who was dying.

I backed up, trying not to stand or step in blood, and overheard that there was a shooting.

Dreams of Baubles and Gold

28 Dec

I had a dream in which I was joining a commune or going on a meditation retreat. I was in a plain room with some other people, and a woman in her sixties explained that I couldn’t wear necklaces, so I took out all my necklaces and put them in a bin. I took off my rings and put them in a Ziplock bag, because someone said the only jewelry allowed was earrings, which I don’t wear. But a little later, I noticed people wearing rings, at least wedding rings, so I got a hold of that Ziplock bag and searched for my rings. There were tiny things, such as seed beads. I had found a gold wedding ring recently and was searching for that and other rings I wore to the retreat center, but I searched in vain. I kept searching and searching in that bag.

I had a dream in which I was with a talking cat in a room that didn’t have many furnishings. There was a long table along the far wall. There was a litter box full of used kitty litter… but it also contained tiny gold things here and there. It was gross, but I resorted to using my bare hands to get old the gold stuff, beads and such.

Hmmm, I suspect that last dream has to do with traits that I need to pay more attention to, like being an empath and its significance and working at developing my psychic skills, not throwing them away…or not throwing empath abilities away.

I Dreamed that My Dad Survived

27 Dec

I dreamed that my dad survived cancer.

The year was 2014 (the year that he actually died). Dad was in a hospital. I felt guilty, because my siblings and I had been neglecting him, leaving him alone at the hospital.

So I went to the hospital. It was on a derelict street that could have been a suburb of Chicago or the outskirts of the city. There was hardly any traffic, and a chain link fence was by the hospital.

I pulled up and parallel parked, only to realize it looked like an illegal parking place. I got out and walked around outside the hospital to find a legal place to park (or did I drive around?). Behind the hospital was some parking. So I started walking back to the car. Strangely, this involved walking around a chain link fence just north of the hospital. Someone drove past me. I felt lost and confused and had no idea what to do. I remembered where I’d parked my car, but somehow it was taking me a long time to get to it. I ended up huddling next to the chain link fence.

Dollhouse Dream

20 Dec

I dreamed I was with a woman who had a huge, fascinating dollhouse in which she took pride. I think she made it and all the miniatures. It had various wings and was several stories tall.

We were with the dollhouse—which filled most of the room—inside a building, several stories up (I think a skyscraper), when there was an earthquake or something. The floor became uneven or moved around.

We were sliding around, and so was the dollhouse, and it broke apart—separate wings separated. A wall of the building we occupied opened up (like a dollhouse, you could say), and people came to rescue us and the dollhouse. A helicopter?

We ended up, with all parts of the dollhouse, in the back of a truck, maybe a semi or one of those U-Haul trucks. I was confident that with carpenter’s glue, the dollhouse would be fine. I think I voiced that opinion. I felt calm and confident at the end of the dream.