Feb/March 2002
I am in a building looking for someone. I know he's
expecting me. The building starts to fall down. People are
running everywhere trying to get out. I try to leave, but
these Chinese men take me and put me and my baby behind
a wall where I will be safe.
I want to get out because I know he is looking for me and he
can't find me behind these walls. I manage to get out into the
hallway and try to leave but they come again and put me and
my baby behind the walls again. All I can think of is that I
have to get out and find him, even if it's not safe. I know that
he is looking for me.
I have had a recurring dream in the past where I put myself
behind a wall to protect repressed memories. This dream
was different though, because I didn't put myself behind
these walls, these Chinese men did. And even while I call
them Chinese, I think of them as aliens -- with big black
slanted eyes. I do not recall anything before I was 5 1/2
years old and have been trying to access these memories
with no luck. Several recent dreams all point to the fact that I
don't have access to these memories, though I keep trying.
Is it possible? Or am I just crazy?
Schumann's: Traumerei
(Dreaming) performed and
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with permission.
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I am in church. My sister Geri is getting married -- in a
pantsuit. The guests (including me) are wandering around
eating cheese in the church.
Don't remember much else.
Is this dream telling me it's time to "feed my soul"? Don't
know what the significance of getting married in a pantsuit is.
Alan (my former boss) was telling me to say something to
somebody else when they called.
When that person called, I was not there to give them the
message. The person that took the call told me what was
said and I was trying to contact the person to deliver the
correct message.
Then my color printer started printing out a map. But the
paper jammed and it was printing on several pieces of paper
at one time. When I pulled the paper out, the map looked like
a jigsaw puzzle and was totally unreadable. The dream ended
with me very frustrated and saying, "This is useless."
Another dream taking place at work that has nothing to do
with work. I believe this dream is telling me that important
messages and directions from my subconscious (or other
sources) have been misunderstood and/or undelivered to
me.
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I was in a store looking for clothes. I found a three piece
pantsuit similar to one I have -- very dressy. I go to the fitting
room to find they are all full and there is a waiting line of
women. I sit down to the right of the fitting room. Another
two women come to the fitting room. Someone comes out
and another woman goes in.
The woman that came after me says, "I'm next."
I stand up and say, "Excuse me, but I'm next."
We start arguing and the woman that came with this woman
says to her (about me), "She's right, she's next."
I stand in front of the door. It opens and my mother and my
sister Geri come out. I am glad to see them, because I didn't
know how I was going to try on this outfit and come out with
my clothes on because I just realized that I had taken my
clothes off at the rack and have been waiting at the fitting
room naked just holding the pantsuit up in front of me.
I asked my sister to bring me my clothes and went into the
dressing room.
I woke up.
I'm usually pretty good at making sense of at least parts of my
dreams. I haven't a clue about this one.
I was sitting on the stoop of an old apartment building that I
used to live in. An old friend, Randy, was next to me (I talked
to Randy for the first time in 3 years earlier today), and one or
two other people but I don't know who they were.
I see an airplane come swooping down out of the sky and fly
parallel to the street in front of us. We are all ooing and
ahing at this sight, as we watch in disbelief. The plane then
heads straignt upward, climbing high into the sky. I start
thinking -- is it going to make it? It climbs higher and higher.
Suddenly, I fear that it's not going to make it and it levels off
for a moment and then does a nose dive. I watch it gown
down behind the building across the street and I know it's
going to crash. Within a second or two, there's a horrific
explosion.
I start crying, "Oh no, not again."
I wake up quite disturbed.
This disturbing dream stayed with me all day. I kept
wondering what the plane symbolized that I was afraid of
crashing and burning -- a goal, a spiritual achievement, "me"
in general (going into another depression).
On an emotional level, I feel that I have been "flying high" for
sometime now. Life has been good to me lately and I'm afraid
that it's only a matter of time before I come crashing down to
earth again ("Oh no, not again!)
The question is -- is it just a fear -- or a warning?
I am in a room with two large bookcases (though I think of
them as files). They reached the ceiling and were about
eight feet wide. They faced each other with barely enough
room to stand between them, making it all but impossible to
access them.
Jon G (a VP of Finance where I work) comes in and says there
is a special committee with George R (CAO [2nd in charge] of
my company) and several other VP's to discuss the possibility
of moving the files for easier access.
He said that HE didn't think that I was ready to access these
files yet and he leaves.
Jon comes back in and says that George said it was OK for
me to move them any way that I wanted. I studied them and
measured them and determined that they would fit
perpendicular to one another against the walls. Jon said he
didn't think they would fit the way that I wanted them.
I had them moved, and they fit.
Jon comes back in and says, "OK, but I still don't think you're
ready."
I wake up.
This dream to me isn't really about work at all even though
several VP's were there or referenced. I believe the
bookcases (files) are referring to memories that I have lost
(no access to). I'm hoping that by recognizing this and
getting approval from higher ups to gain access, that I will
begin to recover these memories.
Action Plans -- Water, Water Everywhere; Trees for Two; The
Landlord Cleans Up; Cats!; Fire!
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