I dreamt that I was with the owner of the company I work for. He was telling one of his business locations that his daughter was going to start working with that location and some other changes in the business. The man was positive as you would be with the owner of the company even if you thought it was the worst idea. He was going around telling people of new developments etc., things to be excited about. All the time knowing he was going to close down that location. I was pleading with the owner to just tell them the truth. I was yelling at him.. "You know you are not his person! You may have had to be or thought you had to be to reach where you are now financially, but you don't have to act this way anymore!!!" In the midst of it all, I said what was happening and the manager overheard. He said "I knew your daughter being involved would ruin this part of the biz, I was wondering why you were saying that." The boss turned into Ray Liotta and he was spitting man and point a gun at my face. Although I had no doubt he would pull the trigger, I was still calm. I in the mean time turned into Jamie Lee Curtis. I walked over behind a half wall and bent over and picked up a big wooden ball type thing and put it on my head, all the time knowing he could shoot me in the chest, but I had to do what I had to do. The thing was like a puzzle, I would twist one half of it, move a knob over, twist it again ... move another knob, at some point, I was going to show him something... something hopefully enlightening.... then I woke up.
Friday, June 14, 2013
Tuesday, June 04, 2013
time spent
I dreamt several dreams. In each, there were several people I don't know. One guy in particular was in many of them. I would see him in different scenarios that I can't remember now.
At the end I was on a river with some girlfriends. He wasn't there. We were on a boat but the boat could drive up onto other boats and over them. It was as if we were on the highway and the only lane was going over someone else instead of by someone else. There was a very masculine woman driving that boat. She had shot silver hair and was wearing nice men's clothing.
I looked at the grassy areas along the river and there were lots of hipsters and hippies. Mostly hippies.
It seems we were in San Francisco. I was wondering if the hippies from the different states competed. Were they hippy-er than the ones than other states and so on. I saw a man with long shiny dark hair. It wasn't just long, it was big... large waves and curls. It was gorgeous. I wanted to touch it. He seemed and felt happy and at ease.
Then I as at a home. I don't know what I was doing there, visiting a friend? There was something to do with furniture and picking out the right set and rugs. I remembered a rug I had (in the dream) and thought it was nice enough, but it also fell apart after a couple of years. Was that what I wanted? Nice enough? Was that ok for me? With the previous rug I had talked myself into it to be practical, but that wasn't me.
Then it was evening. I was leaving the house or the party or? I was looking for my car, although I think it may have been someone else's. A guy I went to high school with (KK), was there and he seemed lost. Almost as though he was an innocent foreigner and I was trying to help him find his car, which once found, we saw that the battery was dead. I think I helped him find someone to help or a store or... I knew that I had to go at some point though. My night was ending.
When I half woke from the dream, I realized that the man at the beginning was throughout my dream. Our relationship became stronger as time passed. Normally I would have passed through this man's life, but by not doing so, I was able to have a nice relationship with someone.
At the end I was on a river with some girlfriends. He wasn't there. We were on a boat but the boat could drive up onto other boats and over them. It was as if we were on the highway and the only lane was going over someone else instead of by someone else. There was a very masculine woman driving that boat. She had shot silver hair and was wearing nice men's clothing.
I looked at the grassy areas along the river and there were lots of hipsters and hippies. Mostly hippies.
It seems we were in San Francisco. I was wondering if the hippies from the different states competed. Were they hippy-er than the ones than other states and so on. I saw a man with long shiny dark hair. It wasn't just long, it was big... large waves and curls. It was gorgeous. I wanted to touch it. He seemed and felt happy and at ease.
Then I as at a home. I don't know what I was doing there, visiting a friend? There was something to do with furniture and picking out the right set and rugs. I remembered a rug I had (in the dream) and thought it was nice enough, but it also fell apart after a couple of years. Was that what I wanted? Nice enough? Was that ok for me? With the previous rug I had talked myself into it to be practical, but that wasn't me.
Then it was evening. I was leaving the house or the party or? I was looking for my car, although I think it may have been someone else's. A guy I went to high school with (KK), was there and he seemed lost. Almost as though he was an innocent foreigner and I was trying to help him find his car, which once found, we saw that the battery was dead. I think I helped him find someone to help or a store or... I knew that I had to go at some point though. My night was ending.
When I half woke from the dream, I realized that the man at the beginning was throughout my dream. Our relationship became stronger as time passed. Normally I would have passed through this man's life, but by not doing so, I was able to have a nice relationship with someone.
Monday, June 03, 2013
team
I dreamt that I was hanging out with a guy. He was smart, he was witty, he knew me... like really knew me. My pluses, minuses, and he liked every bit of me. He almost has a sly look on his face, like he knew what he was getting into, he knew what I liked, he knew too much, but it was an exciting feeling. Not like being in love or romantic. Really better than that. Like being 100% on the same team.
happy grandma
I dreamt that my grandma (my grandpa's second wife) was happy. It reminded me of when she was younger and during the holidays. She had lots of energy, a bit tipsy and a lot giggly. My grandpa was there too, who passed away years ago. I was Skyping with a guy I have been talking to and his son. I wanted to introduce them all. Then on the screen I could see that his house was being intruded. His son looked so scared and it didn't look like there was much my friend could do. I was worried for them and it was awful to watch knowing I couldn't do anything to help either. I just wanted to swoop in and help them.
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