Tuesday, January 10, 2012
rolling pin
I dreamt I was on some nature walk but it had little kiosks or small buildings with information, like a museum. I was there with my mother. Her and her boyfriend stopped to check out the gift shop. I wanted outside. I realized that I needed to bake a cake for someone's birthday. There were people there from my high school, not really friends of mine, but for some reason I felt it was my duty or socially "nice" to do this. I had planned on making a chocolate cake with cherry filling and whipped cream. I was kind of excited because I had not made this cake before and was curious how it would turn out. I went to my step grandma's kitchen to look for a rolling pin. It was very large and was in three pieces. It didn't make sense to me how it would work. It was too long to maneuver on a counter and none of the sections were smooth, so I started to take it apart to have one usable length. She came out of no where and yelled at me not to touch her cooking utensils.
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Then I dreamt there was an angel. She was all in blue and normal colored skin and hair. I think she was there being angel-like.. guiding and helping. Then someone was dying or maybe it was me dying.... or it appeared that way to the angel. It was like I was in another realm all of a sudden and sitting on a leaf or a cloud or?? The same angel came this time but in this realm she appeared different. She was pale, her blond hair was a pale whitish blue, her skin was white and she had an extreme look on her face. Even her voice was different, not soft and coming from her mouth, but strong and almost coming from every part of her being. She was coming to take me or the person to the next realm. I was trying to explain that I or that person wasn't dead yet and thought she would recognize me. But in this realm everything was different. You were no longer that being that you were on earth and so she had no memory to connect you with the relationship she had with you on earth.
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