CF's dream diary

**CFTraveler** · 16th March 2012, 02:16 PM

Excruciating night of going through test after test. ATM I've forgotten them but I think it'll come back if I try to think about it. Part of it was a reoccurring theme- trying to get back to my mother, and not being able to, because of some task I had to accomplish. I don't remember the task, or tasks, but I remember the longing.
There was a very strong theme of 'returning home', and this has been going on for a while now.

**CFTraveler** · 18th March 2012, 07:26 PM

Dreamed about an old friend. Back to the emotional tug of war between my friends and my parents when I was younger. Relived some of it, extrapolated some of it. This was actually the night before last night (on the 17th).

**CFTraveler** · 21st March 2012, 01:53 PM

Tonight I asked my HS to show me how I was doing things, to tell me what had to change, or what to do.
I heard a voice that surprised me with a startling political statement or prediction. "RWon'tR". I'm not writing it verbatim because I don't want to talk politics, and it doesn't reflect what I think is going to happen. I'm simply writing it to look back and see if this voice was correct.
Then I dreamed I was back in college, and was stranded there. Someone had taken my cellphone and the kids had been alone all weekend, and I couldn't call or get back to find out how they were, or to let them know what happened.
Then an older lady appeared and I asked if I could use her phone. She was reluctant, and I told her I'd call collect, and explained my situation. She then told me ok and handed me the phone, and then one of the other students might be able to give me a ride back home. I then woke up.
I asked again, and got three more things that were unexpected, one made me nervous, and one sounded good.

**CFTraveler** · 24th March 2012, 04:17 PM

A series of dreams, this one was somewhere in the middle of the night-
I was in some sort of house that had a lot of people in it. They (we) were engaged in painting silhouettes all around, and I realized that many of the silhouettes were of various beings, some horned. I immediately became 'dream lucid' that is, knew this was some sort of test, but not necessarily that I was dreaming- more like awareness of being 'not in my physical life'. I also realized that if one of those devils we were painting came alive I better know how to defeat it, and then I decided that since I was not afraid it was ok to keep painting it. So I did and I transitioned to some other dream that I have forgotten.

**Korpo** · 24th March 2012, 04:51 PM

A German saying is "den Teufel an die Wand malen" - "to paint the devil on the wall." Somebody who does this is considered gloomy or pessimistic by assuming the worst. Maybe the global unconscious is German? Thank you, C.G. Jung.

**CFTraveler** · 24th March 2012, 05:23 PM

Ha ha that's it, I've been depress-y lately.

**CFTraveler** · 2nd April 2012, 02:26 PM

I had this one about three days ago, (March 27) and hadn't time to write it up 'til now.
We (my son and I) had gone to a museum, and the exit was a hatch-type thing you jumped into. I decided to test it before I let my son use it, to make sure it was safe. When I went through, I dropped through a ceiling hole and landed on a conveyor belt, which took me to a small hall in which I was supposed to pay to get out. When I collected myself I decided this decidedly was not safe and I looked for my rather large handbag, and found that I had lost it somewhere in transit (I was sure it was during the jump) so I told the people I had to go back upstairs because my son and bag were upstairs. They firmly said no, they would send someone upstairs to collect my purse and my son, and I told them that the hatch was not safe, that he needed to take the elevator down. They looked at me like I was a fool.
I sat in the room for a while, and began to get impatient. Shortly a lady came down with my son, but no purse. We were not allowed to leave without paying, and I had no phone to call for help. I then saw another purse that was identical to mine except for the color (it was brown, mine is black) and went to get it, when I realized it was not mine. Then one of the employees took it and said it was hers.
I then asked someone to call my husband as everyone was now leaving, and I knew my purse was somewhere upstairs, although the lady told me they had searched and searched and didn't find it. Then I realized that someone must have stolen it, and told the woman. She then told me I had to leave, and were shown the door, where we now were outside without a phone, and it was nighttime.
My husband shortly arrived (apparently they either called him or he wondered where we were at this time of night) and picked us up. I was angry that I now had to call the police to report the theft, and to cancel my credit cards (and all that hassle). I then woke up, not happy.

**CFTraveler** · 4th April 2012, 02:52 PM

I dreamed I was given some jewels to take care of by a woman, and it had been years. I was sleeping in this huge bed, and was woken by her demanding her stuff back. It had been so many years that I didn't remember what I had done with the stuff. I started tossing the whole room, emptying closets and going through all my drawers. After I gave her stuff that was mine (junky stuff) I found in the back of the closet, a jewelry box with dust on it- I had carefully put it away and it was intact and untouched, forgotten by me. I then gave it back and she went away, giving the impression it was not that important.
Then I went back to bed and fell asleep.
Now I am dreaming that I am surfing on the ocean, surfing and flying and surfing, literally joy unbounded. Then my husband wakes me up and tells me that the kids (my son and his cousin) are doing something with tables- we are at a beach but not the one I was in, and I am angry he woke me up, because my ocean was more fun that what they are doing, and I go back to 'bed', or the virtual ocean. I try to get back but can't, and then wake up in my physical bed, by the fat cat, who decided to try to take the door down.

**CFTraveler** · 10th April 2012, 02:31 PM

Yesterday was a very busy day- we had lots of doctor appointments and got home late.

When I finally went to bed I had a flash of my mother, standing around with a cane she had been using the last year, where we had been, as if she had been there with us in the waiting area of the optical place we were today. It was as if she were telling me she was there with us today. It was somewhat weird, because I haven't 'seen' her in some time.
I extended an emotional hug to her and fell asleep.
Went through the usual sleeping night.

Then (in the early morning) I began to dream a recurring dream of my grandmother's old house- we were touring it. But now we were in a 'log cabin' copy of it, which looked beautiful. In the dream I was remembering what it actually looked at (a memory within a dream) as I toured the wooden copy of it, and was amazed at the improvements and beauty of the wooden copy.
I understood that since we were going to sell the original we wanted to preserve a copy of a place that held good memories.

As I awoke I went into a twilight state in which I was speaking on the phone (It wasn't really a false awakening, it was more of a drowsy lying down listening) and in this state I could hear my brother's voice as if he were speaking on the phone but with a poor connection.
I kept telling him to speak up, because I didn't understand clearly. He mumbled something about a friend of his "R" who was in a town north of us in the hospital. I had a hard trouble understanding the words but it sounded as if his friend were in the hospital, and my brother wanted to put his son in FP in a school or a camp, and I wanted to tell him to just bring him to my house, and he could go to the hospital to sit with him.
As I struggled to understand what he was telling me (it still wasn't clear, and I wasn't sure if I was understanding correctly) I looked at the clock and it seemed that it said 8:30 am. I took off my earplugs and realized that the alarm was still going off, and I had overslept for an hour.
Then I woke up and we hurried up to take my son to school, who was late. I overslept and didn't hear the alarm, which went on for a full hour.