Today, another dental dream:
This time I'm in my real dentist's office. I'm in the waiting room signing in at the window, but instead of sitting down I stand waiting by the door where the hygienist usually comes to call for me, because I see her getting ready to come after me anyway behind the door. No use in sitting down.
Strangely, it's Thanksgiving. (Dentists are never open on Thanksgiving!)
We walk back to the chair where the hygienist normally cleans my teeth. There is no one else back there, no other customers, but my dentist is just lounging back on the chair I normally have my teeth cleaned on. I tease him: "Hey, what's a dentist doing enjoying Thanksgiving?" He smiles and we laugh. Then he starts to get up so that I can lay back in the chair. (It was unusual seeing my dentist smile in my dream because he never smiles in real life. When my sister, neighbors and I were kids, behind his back we called him "Scary Gary Mc***** - I won't say his last name to protect his identity, but his last name rhymes with scary and Gary.) (Anyway, here I am, 30 years old, still going to the same dentist. Sense of humor or not I must like him to have stuck with him all this time. Not to mention I still have no cavities.)
Sunday, January 18, 2009
OK
I think I feel better now.
The lights are very bright.
I feel calm(er).
I don't know if I'm still afraid of being alone or not.
The lights are very bright.
I feel calm(er).
I don't know if I'm still afraid of being alone or not.
A Big Dream
This blog is my diary.
Enter at your own risk.
If you think you know me by what I write on my blog, you're mistaken.
What you see on this blog and who I am in the "real world" are two different people.
I'm not even who I am in the emails I write.
You wouldn't recognize me.
I speak to no one about these things.
Not one vocal word of these "subjects" comes out of my mouth.
No one could ever get me to talk about these things even if they offered to pay me a million dollars.
This is just a dream.
Everything you read on these pages comes from an over-vivid imagination of a woman who still feels like a girl sometimes.
If you want to criticize me or judge me for what is written on these blogs or in my emails, you are only criticising a dream character.
Enter at your own risk.
If you think you know me by what I write on my blog, you're mistaken.
What you see on this blog and who I am in the "real world" are two different people.
I'm not even who I am in the emails I write.
You wouldn't recognize me.
I speak to no one about these things.
Not one vocal word of these "subjects" comes out of my mouth.
No one could ever get me to talk about these things even if they offered to pay me a million dollars.
This is just a dream.
Everything you read on these pages comes from an over-vivid imagination of a woman who still feels like a girl sometimes.
If you want to criticize me or judge me for what is written on these blogs or in my emails, you are only criticising a dream character.
Whoa
I apparently have a very strong imagination.
Could be caused by stress.
Nothing is wrong here!
It reminds me of something that happened to me when I was a child....
A babysitter had put my younger sister and I to bed.
I was laying on the top bunk.
On the wall in front of me there were these giant black things crawling all over the wall.
I screamed.
The babysitter came running into the room to inquire as to what could be wrong.
I told her there were giant spiders on the wall.
She went to the window and closed the pull-down blind.
It turned out the leaves on the tree outside the window had created shadows on the wall.
No spiders.
No spooky things.
Could be caused by stress.
Nothing is wrong here!
It reminds me of something that happened to me when I was a child....
A babysitter had put my younger sister and I to bed.
I was laying on the top bunk.
On the wall in front of me there were these giant black things crawling all over the wall.
I screamed.
The babysitter came running into the room to inquire as to what could be wrong.
I told her there were giant spiders on the wall.
She went to the window and closed the pull-down blind.
It turned out the leaves on the tree outside the window had created shadows on the wall.
No spiders.
No spooky things.
Nightmare
I haven't mentioned it to anyone until now, but a week ago I had a horrible nightmare that frightened me terribly.
There were demons in the dream, and a being that had horns.
A man was being raped by a demon and had become impregnated by the demon so that he was giving birth to demons eventually.
And then, I turned around and saw a naked woman bound onto a table, on her back, gyrating up and down on something that was cutting her badly between the legs, making her bleed. I was very disturbed.
The dream disturbed me and still does.
There were demons in the dream, and a being that had horns.
A man was being raped by a demon and had become impregnated by the demon so that he was giving birth to demons eventually.
And then, I turned around and saw a naked woman bound onto a table, on her back, gyrating up and down on something that was cutting her badly between the legs, making her bleed. I was very disturbed.
The dream disturbed me and still does.
This Way or That Way
I tell my husband I want to go to church tomorrow.
He says, "Oh my God. Please stop."
I haven't been to church since I was very young.
I feel like my soul is in trouble.
I don't know which religion is the right religion.
I don't know if what I'm doing is right or wrong.
I don't want to be damned.
I worry that it might be the devil persuading me.
He says, "Oh my God. Please stop."
I haven't been to church since I was very young.
I feel like my soul is in trouble.
I don't know which religion is the right religion.
I don't know if what I'm doing is right or wrong.
I don't want to be damned.
I worry that it might be the devil persuading me.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Dream Date January 17, 2009
I was going into a dental office to get a filling. I walked to the glass window that surrounds the office and spoke to a woman behind the window. I told her I was there for the filling. She said that it was too late in the day for a filling, and I replied, "But you told me on the phone that I could come in. I wouldn't have driven all the way here if you hadn't told me that." So, they grabbed a female employee just as she was getting ready to go home. She already had her coat on and a drink cup in her hand. They told her to give me the filling, and I looked at her and said, "Wait a second, do I really want you to give me a filling when you're wanting to get out of here?" (What I meant was, I didn't want someone to drill on my tooth if they were in a hurry!)
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I was in the back seat of a car, sucking on a small lollipop. There was someone else in the back with me, maybe it was my sister, but I can't remember for sure. My dad was the driver and he was taking us to one of his friend's house. The man came out of his house and went to the car to talk to us. My dad talked to me like I was a little girl, and so the man also talked to me the same way. I said to the man, "Excuse me, but do you know how old I am? I'm 30." He looked surprised, but I wanted him to know my age so he would stop talking to me like I was a young girl.
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I am in a large vehicle. I think it is a big bus. Outside the window there is an animal that is tied to the bus by rope. It turns out it's a big white bull and he has big white horns. He's running so hard back and forth along the side of the bus, pulling on the ropes really hard, making the bus shake. Two other white animals show up, one is a unicorn, the other I can't remember. They are also tied up. I become afraid that the violent bull will hurt the unicorn, so I grab the rope that binds the unicorn and I pull it to get it away from the bull.
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I was in the back seat of a car, sucking on a small lollipop. There was someone else in the back with me, maybe it was my sister, but I can't remember for sure. My dad was the driver and he was taking us to one of his friend's house. The man came out of his house and went to the car to talk to us. My dad talked to me like I was a little girl, and so the man also talked to me the same way. I said to the man, "Excuse me, but do you know how old I am? I'm 30." He looked surprised, but I wanted him to know my age so he would stop talking to me like I was a young girl.
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I am in a large vehicle. I think it is a big bus. Outside the window there is an animal that is tied to the bus by rope. It turns out it's a big white bull and he has big white horns. He's running so hard back and forth along the side of the bus, pulling on the ropes really hard, making the bus shake. Two other white animals show up, one is a unicorn, the other I can't remember. They are also tied up. I become afraid that the violent bull will hurt the unicorn, so I grab the rope that binds the unicorn and I pull it to get it away from the bull.
Friday, January 16, 2009
New Project
I'm starting a new blog project.
Hopefully it will be more useful.
http://spiritual-university.blogspot.com/
Hopefully it will be more useful.
http://spiritual-university.blogspot.com/
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