Dreams: Was there something?
I remember dreaming about being at a crossroads out in a public place near... perhaps a theatre or something? Somewhere where the buildings left a wide area open at the corner, and something was diagonal to the street. I think it was actually a bookstore with a coffee shop.
What mattered is that I found a dime. I was cheerful. "Hi Papa! I know you've got your eye on me." At the same time, I saw somebody else bend down to pick up another dime, and I was a little sad, but it was ok.
Then I found another dime. "Okay, now I have a pair to put on my own eyes, so I can see Him too - Cool."
Then the person who had found the other dime was walking in front of me, and the dime they had picked up fell out of their pocket to hit the ground right in front of me. I was alarmed. "Okay, three times is an urgent message - what's going on?"
So I started rushing around. At first I had it in my head that the problem was with an animal somewhere, so I started checking out everybody's pets for problems. Then I went back out to see if there were any accidents about to happen in the intersection outside.
But I never found out what the message was.
Then I woke up.
Then I was hanging out in the front room of what I think may have been the old creepy two-story house in Campbell that my Dad lived in for a year, and dkferret and I were going over this whole thing about houses with big huge front windows, and how one must always arrange the furniture so that nobody is sitting with their back to such a window, and how my new house has a huge front window like that but for some reason it's always so dark I can't see through it, so I'm always expecting to see somebody standing there.
And we got into a discussion of devotional projects, and then we got up and passed through the big window and started, er, floating around through a multi-level shopping center made of clouds.
Somewhere along the line I noticed and told her that her shoulders are much squarer than they used to be, because she's stopped pulling them down into her body so they disappear, and this looks much better. I congratulated her.
Wherever it was that we ended up, I think it was meant to be the big building on the corner in the first dream. It was kind of a cross between Hogwarts and a Mad Scientists lab. Weird things were going on, in any case. Things were mixed up, passages lead weird places, and there was a major source of fire or lava nearby.
What I remember most vividly is that one of the dorky security guards had got ahold of a really long necklace I had made, and was trying to put it on so he could carry it to Lost And Found or something, but didn't bother detangling it first, so when he tugged on it, the whole thing exploded.
Ooohhh, I was SO angry. I'd tried several times to tell him the necklace was mine and he didn't need to carry it to Lost And Found, but he was stuck on protocol. Then I tried to tell him to at least detangle it carefully before putting it on, and certainly not to tug on it like that, but no, it exploded.
So I went off on him, and started yelling at him about how now he gets to clean it up and all the round beads have rolled off to hide in the carpet, so he gets to take this dustbuster and empty out the bag and then use it to collect all the beads. He and another guard started messing around with a bigger vacuum cleaner and weren't going to empty the bag first, and I started yelling at them again about how I had specifically told them to use the little one because the bag could be repeatedly opened and closed, making it easier to retrieve the beads, and how dare they try to just make the mess disappear without giving me back my beads and rar rar rar.
I woke up still aggravated.
Well, first off, the crossroads in the first dream seems to have combined several crossroads from the real world at once, and referenced a few others. I caught MVCPA and the old theatre that is now a Borders Books on University in Palo Alto, both of which are places I have LARPed (which means this may qualify as a LARP dream, and I still don't know what that signifies). I think the opposite corner where the woman was walking away losing the dime was the little Mexican market on Rengstorf. The theatre also sometimes resembled one in San Jose, and the crossroads overall sometimes resembled the corner of Cedar and Shattuck. So either none of this matters very much, and the point was just "a crossroads in a downtown kind of area where pedestrians are very common", or each of those references may contain a bit of info about what does matter. It may not be worth my effort to decipher this bit.
I find the bit about how many dimes interesting. I don't recall ever thinking "One dime means He's got His eye on me. Two dimes means I can (and probably should soon) see Him. Three dimes is an urgent message, pay attention immediately." but it sounds like it has potential.
That's the second dream I've had recently that was all about the spiritual significance of my getting along with animals... perhaps because of the work I've been doing lately around cats?
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Second dream - the Window, now that I'm awake, is quite possibly a reference to The Man In The Window. Obviously "my new place" is in fact my Dad's old place, and boy howdy, you couldn't pay me to live there again. Well, maybe these days I could actually resolve the spirit problems that house had, actually... Anyway...
The bit about DKFerret's shoulders is obviously physically impossible - she couldn't pull her shoulders into her body in the way I described in the dream without displacing her lungs or something. I think this is a symbolic reference to a conversation we had a couple weeks ago about how her energy changes at certain times, in a good way.
The flying through the window into a multi-level cloud shopping center seems to be a cross between BayCon's steampunk theme this year, and SecondLife.
I think the necklace I was picturing them messing with was one of my Fire necklaces, either the recent one for Aganju (which would be much longer if the two strands were one long strand) or my own Ember necklace. Either way, between the fire/lava stuff going on in the building anyway, and the fire necklace exploding, oh boy was I angry, and I think my Temper was the overall theme there. Nevertheless...
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Urgent 3-dime message? Dark window? Exploding necklace? Am I telling myself that somebody is trying to tell me something really urgently important?
--Ember--
What mattered is that I found a dime. I was cheerful. "Hi Papa! I know you've got your eye on me." At the same time, I saw somebody else bend down to pick up another dime, and I was a little sad, but it was ok.
Then I found another dime. "Okay, now I have a pair to put on my own eyes, so I can see Him too - Cool."
Then the person who had found the other dime was walking in front of me, and the dime they had picked up fell out of their pocket to hit the ground right in front of me. I was alarmed. "Okay, three times is an urgent message - what's going on?"
So I started rushing around. At first I had it in my head that the problem was with an animal somewhere, so I started checking out everybody's pets for problems. Then I went back out to see if there were any accidents about to happen in the intersection outside.
But I never found out what the message was.
Then I woke up.
Then I was hanging out in the front room of what I think may have been the old creepy two-story house in Campbell that my Dad lived in for a year, and dkferret and I were going over this whole thing about houses with big huge front windows, and how one must always arrange the furniture so that nobody is sitting with their back to such a window, and how my new house has a huge front window like that but for some reason it's always so dark I can't see through it, so I'm always expecting to see somebody standing there.
And we got into a discussion of devotional projects, and then we got up and passed through the big window and started, er, floating around through a multi-level shopping center made of clouds.
Somewhere along the line I noticed and told her that her shoulders are much squarer than they used to be, because she's stopped pulling them down into her body so they disappear, and this looks much better. I congratulated her.
Wherever it was that we ended up, I think it was meant to be the big building on the corner in the first dream. It was kind of a cross between Hogwarts and a Mad Scientists lab. Weird things were going on, in any case. Things were mixed up, passages lead weird places, and there was a major source of fire or lava nearby.
What I remember most vividly is that one of the dorky security guards had got ahold of a really long necklace I had made, and was trying to put it on so he could carry it to Lost And Found or something, but didn't bother detangling it first, so when he tugged on it, the whole thing exploded.
Ooohhh, I was SO angry. I'd tried several times to tell him the necklace was mine and he didn't need to carry it to Lost And Found, but he was stuck on protocol. Then I tried to tell him to at least detangle it carefully before putting it on, and certainly not to tug on it like that, but no, it exploded.
So I went off on him, and started yelling at him about how now he gets to clean it up and all the round beads have rolled off to hide in the carpet, so he gets to take this dustbuster and empty out the bag and then use it to collect all the beads. He and another guard started messing around with a bigger vacuum cleaner and weren't going to empty the bag first, and I started yelling at them again about how I had specifically told them to use the little one because the bag could be repeatedly opened and closed, making it easier to retrieve the beads, and how dare they try to just make the mess disappear without giving me back my beads and rar rar rar.
I woke up still aggravated.
Well, first off, the crossroads in the first dream seems to have combined several crossroads from the real world at once, and referenced a few others. I caught MVCPA and the old theatre that is now a Borders Books on University in Palo Alto, both of which are places I have LARPed (which means this may qualify as a LARP dream, and I still don't know what that signifies). I think the opposite corner where the woman was walking away losing the dime was the little Mexican market on Rengstorf. The theatre also sometimes resembled one in San Jose, and the crossroads overall sometimes resembled the corner of Cedar and Shattuck. So either none of this matters very much, and the point was just "a crossroads in a downtown kind of area where pedestrians are very common", or each of those references may contain a bit of info about what does matter. It may not be worth my effort to decipher this bit.
I find the bit about how many dimes interesting. I don't recall ever thinking "One dime means He's got His eye on me. Two dimes means I can (and probably should soon) see Him. Three dimes is an urgent message, pay attention immediately." but it sounds like it has potential.
That's the second dream I've had recently that was all about the spiritual significance of my getting along with animals... perhaps because of the work I've been doing lately around cats?
---
Second dream - the Window, now that I'm awake, is quite possibly a reference to The Man In The Window. Obviously "my new place" is in fact my Dad's old place, and boy howdy, you couldn't pay me to live there again. Well, maybe these days I could actually resolve the spirit problems that house had, actually... Anyway...
The bit about DKFerret's shoulders is obviously physically impossible - she couldn't pull her shoulders into her body in the way I described in the dream without displacing her lungs or something. I think this is a symbolic reference to a conversation we had a couple weeks ago about how her energy changes at certain times, in a good way.
The flying through the window into a multi-level cloud shopping center seems to be a cross between BayCon's steampunk theme this year, and SecondLife.
I think the necklace I was picturing them messing with was one of my Fire necklaces, either the recent one for Aganju (which would be much longer if the two strands were one long strand) or my own Ember necklace. Either way, between the fire/lava stuff going on in the building anyway, and the fire necklace exploding, oh boy was I angry, and I think my Temper was the overall theme there. Nevertheless...
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Urgent 3-dime message? Dark window? Exploding necklace? Am I telling myself that somebody is trying to tell me something really urgently important?
--Ember--