Friday night dream #2

Dragon Mood? -- exhilarated

Have you read my first remembered dream of Friday night? I'm still feeling quivery from it, just reading and recalling it.

Here's how my second dream began:

I was feeling lonely and went to visit Caroline [my daughter] - except Caroline was not living in Madison but more like an English hamlet out of a Harry Potter book.

We were in her backyard. It looked a bit cluttered with chairs and a firepit and other nameless things.

I don't remember telling her I was lonely, but she seemed to know that I needed some engagement, some comforting perhaps.

Caroline took what looked like some remnant of a structure, some 2 x 4s and some plywood, nailed together, 'climbed aboard' it and had me climb on too. Then we began to levitate off the ground, me holding tightly to Caroline, because I'm afraid of heights. [Editorial note: these Friday night dreams seem to be preoccupied with my irrational fears and phobias.]

The first few minutes of flying, I was focused on my fear, making sure to keep a firm grasp of Caroline (some might call it a 'death hold'), her strength and her confidence. I barely remember the ride.

When we came back to the ground of her backyard, she hopped off and I began to levitate off the ground myself. The structural remnant was morphing at the same time into something that felt more like a 4 x 4 post or even a pole. At this point, I wasn't feeling fear but exhilaration.

At first, I could bare lift myself off the ground, hovering only inches above. Then I began to get more lift, the ground began to fall away and Caroline began to grow smaller. I tentatively flew in the direction of her English hamlet house, painted a deep yellow, with this curious sponge-like texture. As I got closer, I realized with surprise that her house walls were made of baked cornbread with little flecks of green and red pepper embedded in them. Imagine that!

My confidence grew and I made more turns and flew higher. Yes, I was actually flying! Whoo-hoo!

Now as I looked down, Caroline's yard looked like a square in a patchwork quilt, smaller and just one of many. All the lawn chairs and yard equipment were gone along with Caroline. Where did she go, I wondered?

There was a slight shift in my dream and I was flying lower again. Now there were people standing around in the yards, watching as I flew above them. I had the dawning realization that I was no longer flying with my arms and legs wrapped around a pole, but a broomstick, yes, an honest-to-goodness broomstick! These people must think I'm a witch! I thought to myself.

Flying lower and slower, as I whooshed by them, individuals in the crowd started reaching out to me, many with hankies or tissues in their hands. As I flew by, they moved to hand me the hankie or as to wipe something off of my face. What's on my face? What's on my face?

A man made a swipe at my cheek as I flew by him. What's on my face?

No one said a word, but continued to offer me help.

What's on my face?

End of the dream.

When I woke up, I felt like pushing my obsessive tendencies to the side and allowing the exhilaration of flying to return!

Friday night dream #1

Dragon Mood? -- just read the post and then you'll know

"Plain Jane" and "slightly obsessive" are the phrases I would use to describe my typical dreams. If I told you I had vivid dreams Friday night, would you believe me? Vivid, I tell you. Capitol V - I - V - I - D!

My first dream began like this:

I was in an unknown place, with too many walls, no natural light and full of 90 degree turns. There was a cat in my dream that appeared to be all by itself and very shy of humans, as well. I picked it up once and then set it back down.

More time went by in the dream and I picked the cat up once again. It was a short hair cat and it still had all its claws. The most remarkable thing about it was that its fur was comprised of stripes, tiny colorful stripes, and even more remarkable, there were blue stripes on this cat!

As I was holding the cat, I continued to admire its beautiful coloring. It lay still in my arms. Then it turned its head to look at me and I noticed its head was rather flat for a cat. Did this cat even have ears? I don't recall now. Its head actually had a reptilian quality to it. Then, as the cat turned away from me, I noticed that its head looked more like a snake's head than a cat's.

Dream or no dream, I hate snakes! I immediately put the reptilian cat down and it slunk away. Whew!

End of dream.

My Dragon Mood? -- Label me "totally creeped out"

A la Mary Poppins!

Dragon Mood? -- smiling as I remember

I dreamt last night that I was back at my former employer, working on a temporary, contract status. It was Friday afternoon and I watched all my former colleagues walk out, heading home for the weekend.

I stayed until after four o'clock, got my coat and walked out. Outside it was winter and there were huge embankments of snow piled up and pushed up against tall white factory building walls. I started walking on one of these embankments, not seeing a way to get to my car. The embankment narrowed and narrowed until I had no choice other than to slide down it or turn around and retrace my steps. A la Mary Poppins, I lifted my arm above my head (unfortunately, sans umbrella) and stepped/slid down the steep wall of snow as though it were nothing. I remember feeling very pleased with myself that I wasn't afraid or hesitant.

As I got in my car, I suddenly remembered that I would be camping next week by the lake and gee, I didn't tell anyone at work about this. I mulled it over for a few minutes and decided, "Hey, they laid me off once, what do I have to be afraid of? I'm going camping."

A pretty cavalier attitude about a job to be sure, but then again, it WAS a dream!

Yup, this describes it ....

Dragon Mood? -- dreamy

Once upon a time ... after almost a whole bottle of red wine, the world felt like one BIG FAIRY TALE.

From Astrodienst:

Dreaminess
This influence stimulates the imagination in a very positive way. Your sensitivity to and awareness of the subtler aspects of the world around you is greatly increased, and your intuition is much stronger than usual. Sometimes this influence accompanies a period of dreaminess, in which you spend much time fantasizing. In your contacts with people, you have a much clearer sense of what is going on in others' minds. If you can keep your perceptions straight in your head, you will be astonished by the insights about people that this influence can bring. However, during this time it is often difficult to keep your intuitions sorted out. Clear thinking is not one of your strong points today, and in fact you should try not to use your rational mind very much. Rely more on your inner senses and feelings.

Tomorrow is FIVE days!

Dragon Mood? -- embracing the dare-I-say joyful anticipation?

So tomorrow I complete my first week on the new job.   (sigh)   Yeah, the first week is tough! So much pent-up anticipation and energy and yet not enough knowledge or experience to apply it! ArrrghhH!

My boss has either spent enough time with me or directed others my way that I'm getting the clear sense that once I am in the swing of things, I am going to be very busy. Some of it will be daily grind sort of stuff, some of it will involve assessing and responding to exception-to-the-rules sort of situations.

And this all has to do with managing a "conduit" of data between this new company of mine (hee-hee, feels funny to say that) and BIG companies we serve.

I feel a surprising sense of happy anticipation as I embrace this new work journey. I want to do a good job for these folks, for this company ... and I want to do well for myself, make myself proud too.

UPDATE: Interestingly, after I posted this, I went to Astrodienst to check my horoscope. Here's what was posted for me today:

Enlarging your scope

In most areas of your life, you are able to act much more decisively than usual, especially in dealing with others. You know where you stand, and you ask others to let you know where they stand. And despite your self-assertiveness, you are able to create a balance in a group so that everyone benefits from working together and no one feels dissatisfied.

Under this influence you will want to enlarge the scope of your activities somewhat. It will not be enough to express your energies as you have in the past. At this time you want to find new expressions, and you will look for people to share in this. For this reason you want to be with active people who have enough energy to go along with your plans. On the physical level, this is usually a period of good health.

Never dream on a Thursday afternoon!

Dragon Mood? -- shaking out the cobwebs

Cisco and I took an enjoyable walk this afternoon. The weather is beautiful, the temperature outside perfect. We walked for about 40 minutes and arrived back at the pied-a-terre, both of us panting a bit from exertion and ready for something cool to drink.

I took off my walking shoes, poured myself some lukecool rooibos herbal tea and sat down in a comfy chair to work on a sudoku puzzle. Before I knew it, I had dozed off, puzzle and pencil in hand.

I dreamt that I was driving in a tunnel from Detroit to Windsor. The tunnel felt more like driving through a series of concrete rooms and involved lots of sharp turns. I drove anxiously, carefully avoiding the vehicle-unfriendly concrete corners. I was doing okay, until a last turn when I heard the scrape of metal and saw something fly off of my car.

"Ohhh, NO!" I groaned to myself. The concrete tunnel morphed into a concrete room, a room that resembled a tall, deep castle dungeon. I knew it was an office. My supervisor from my last temporary job, a guy named Adam, was there. He was asking me a question. But suddenly, there was a police officer wanting to take a report on my hitting my car in the tunnel.

"Officer, it was a mistake," I offered, "and it was just a tiny little scrape."

"It doesn't matter," he officiously replied, "the penalty is eight million dollars and you'll just have to pay it."

"EIGHT MILLION DOLLARS!" I exclaimed.

Meanwhile, Adam is repeatedly asking for for this notebook filled with papers.

"See these cards?" he asked. They were a stack of the postcards that fill magazines, hectoring readers to mail them in and subscribe to the magazine.

"Did you see any of these cards in that notebook?" he asked again. "Did you take any of them out?"

"Yes," I replied, "well, yes, I took them out and threw them away. They're junk mail. I didn't know they meant anything or that you wanted them in there."

Adam then goes off on a tirade. The policeman reminds me that I will have to pay that eight million dollar ticket ... Adam is yelling at me "How could you throw my cards away?" ... I'm feeling sick with anxiety and fear ... and I woke up. I woke up so groggy with sleep that it took me seconds and seconds and more seconds to realize, to thankfully realize that I didn't owe anybody eight million dollars and that I hadn't screwed up Adam's screwed-up filing system. What a relief! What a bothersome dream! And I was so thankful it was just a bothersome dream!

May Day

Dragon Mood? -- awake or dreaming?

Why is it ... some weeks I can't wait to post my thoughts to calypso ... while other weeks, like this one, I feel strangely quiet?

Tuesday was May Day, a day I always feel drawn to. It has some long-ago associations for me of 2nd grade, making brightly-colored construction paper tulips and being one of the children to wrap crepe paper around a tall May pole. Did that really happen or did I just dream it?

Nine-year old dreams

Dragon Mood? -- feeling dragonly young

Last night, I had the pleasureable experience of being nine years old again. I had a dream right before I woke up this morning; the dream was fresh and vivid in my mind.

S and I were standing out in the front yard of some unknown house. There were other kids our age standing nearby. It was that evening time when the sun is going down, light is fading and you're having so much fun, you don't want it to stop.

I felt like my pre-unemployment self, a supremely self-confident know-it-all(!) I called all the kids to gather around me. They started moving towards me, gathering in a group. I suddenly realized that I had no idea why I had called them to me, nor what I was going to say. Oops!

Attempting to cover my leadership gaffe, I mustered my most authoritative voice and told everyone to go home and tell their parents, "We're gonna play for 15 more minutes and then we'll come in." Everyone scattered, running home. My dream ended, my control over the situation well in hand and my self-confidence solid as a rock.

Me and Paris Hilton's dog

Dragon Mood? -- bemused and confused


Have you ever dreamt about Paris Hilton? Or her little chihuahua? To the latter question I can now answer definitively, "YES!" Let me tell you about it.

I was living back in the house on Sunset Lane. (Yes, those Desperate Housewives had nothing on me living on an idyllic-sounding street. And this was back in the late 70's. When I was a housewife. Desperate?... not yet ... that came later.)

Sorry, I digress.

Lina and I were in our subterranean garage. Lina was around 8 or 9 years old. The garage was a dream garage, a two-car version, spacious, well-lit and CLEAN! We were talking and heading out of the garage, up to the front door. Caroline was carrying a tiny little chihuahua in her arms. I asked her whose dog was that?

She replied, "Paris Hilton's." As if that were the most normal thing in the world.

I accepted her answer with equal equanimity ... at least for the moment.

Next, we were in the living room. Panelled wood walls, orange shag carpet. Oh yeah, you had to be there. Lina was lying on the carpeting, playing with the dog. I stood over her, seeing myself even in the dream as TOWERING over her.

"Did you ask permission to take care of that dog, young lady?" I trickily composed the question. "Did you ask your dad?"

"Yup," she breezily replied.

"When?"

"Three months ago," she looked at me, confidently, almost haughtily.

And I folded, just like that, a flailing rookie in a high-stakes poker game. End of parental authority, end of conversation, end of dream.

(chuckling)

What do you make of that dream?