I dreamed about my mother, a toilet, and sleep. I almost never have a dream with my mother in it. But it happens on occasion. Last night was one such occasion.
She was tired and wanted to take a nap. I was working on the toilet. She came and put a big bucket of water in the tank. It did not need that but I guess that was her version of fixing a toilet. All it needed was to have the float pushed down. But it was no big deal. She was trying to find a place to sleep. She went outside. I was making a lot of noise, like running a blender or something of that equivalent. She moved from where she was. Trying to find a more suitable, quieter spot. I felt bad. She was still outside. I think there was a girl with her at that point. Then she came inside and said she had decided not to take a nap. I felt bad again. She went in another room. This is the point things get fuzzy with this dream….
Another dream I was with two other people. We were at a restaurant. Then we went into a bigger area. I think someplace to do with the University. There were a lot of students. And people would dance in different establishments like restaurants. I kept wanting to go to where the dancing was. I found this very interesting and intriguing. But also felt like more of an observer and that it wasn’t really my place to join in.
One restaurant we went was pretty rough around the edges. There were wide terraced like steps concrete steps that were wet from people spilling there beer. There were a lot of people sitting on these steps. I was not happy trying to walk down the steps and not step in puddles of beer. It was pretty much impossible.
With these dreams I can definitely see the tie in with reality. I’m not sure about my mother but each person is supposed to represent the dreamer and I definitely was focused on sleep and had a great deep sleep which was awesome. The students dancing ties in with my new dance party I’m holding now, and the beer covered steps with the fact I don’t have to dance on sticky beer covered night club floors now if I don’t want to. Now that I have started my weekly dance party!
I had other dreams. There were a few teenage young men. My friend Katelyn. More sleep themes and a cell phone thrown in there. Maybe some bulldozer type construction going on as well. A guy who was drunk, wearing a white t-shirt who did a side kick into my leg, but barely making contact. His girlfriend apologized. I felt offended and irritated. I told her that could have been very alarming to someone who didn’t have a martial arts background. The guy was just being playful but it still ticked me off and made me feel very disrespected. Pushed some of my buttons but I walked away.
Katelyn and I were walking outside through this narrow path lined with thin trees and greenery. I was like a fairy path. You couldn’t see through the trees as they were all very close together and very thin. And the green of the leaves was so vibrant and beautiful. A think young man with long dark hair came walking towards us. We both thought he was attractive. We passed each other without speaking. We came out to the other side. It was not beautiful. There was dirt and construction from the bulldozers, which were not there at the time. There was a young man throwing a football. I held out my hands for him to through it to me. He wasn’t very good at throwing it. I found this a little irritating. I had a hard time catching the ball. I had a hard time throwing it as well. It seemed to big for me to grip with one hand. It was the softish nerf-type. We threw back and forth a few times. I could tell he was learning, practicing. There were other guys with a football in front of him. They knew what they were doing. He was in the back doing his own thing. Trying to get up to speed.
In another dream a young man of late teens I would guess loaned me his phone. I think I was going to use the time to set for a nap I wanted to take. I didn’t know how to set it so he was showing me. This correlates with my waking hours thinking about getting a new phone and a bit of concern that I won’t know how to use it and that I will need to make sure that everything on my current phone transfers smoothly to the new one.
I find dreams like these a little boring and inconsequential but I write them to strengthen my connection with my subconscious. To cultivate that connection so I am coming more from that deeper place of knowing in my everyday life. I remember telling Brian that, I guess it’s been over three years ago now, that I wanted to function from a higher consciousness. Or something of that sort. He told me I was soulful. I was trying to be open, and share, even though I felt I was leaving myself wide open for judgement. He didn’t seem to think I was weird. But maybe he did, and he liked it. I remember being in that little convenience store deli waiting for our food. I asked him what some of his hobbies were, some of his passions. He acted shy, bashful. I found this so wonderful. It made me like him even more. I guess it was his turn to be vulnerable. It showed him I wanted to get to know him a little better.
I used to worry guys would think I was weird, so I wanted to be careful about sharing things like that, but then my teenage son at the time told me something to the effect of – guys like weird girls. They liked that they were different, not like the other girls. So I thought, “That’s great! They will love me!” Haha! I don’t label myself as weird actually, but can see many opportunities for others to do so. I am just me. Doing my thing. Trying to function from a deeper place and not on the superficial level of just going through the motions. Trying to bring peace to myself and the world, in my own little corner of the world. Stepping out gradually, impacting my state and country as well.
I always take a little longer writing in the mornings than I intend. I need food and meditation, yoga, and a shower still before walking downtown for the Unbound Book Festival.
I hope to write the next time I come to you about humanity. I have been watching Wild Wild Country. I cannot believe this is real and true. I tried doing a Google search to see if it was real. I am having a hard time with it. I didn’t find anything saying to the contrary. Last night I finished season 3. I have had a deeper desire to understand my species over the past year or two. This story just adds to my confusion. So much to think about. Belief, following a leader, wanting desperately to believe in someone, in something, mob mentality. On and on….. But I will save that for another time.
Wishing you a happy weekend and a peaceful life.