Author: bonniemitsch

I am staying at Sheila and Rob’s house. It is an old house that has been renovated. (not their waking life one). Becky and Chris are there. They are upstairs in two different bedrooms. (this feels like Shady Oak).

We are all going for a walk that Sheila organized. It has something to do with politics (a protest?). I go to the bathroom. The toilet has overflowed. I get the plunger and empty the water in the toilet and on the floor. It doesn’t take long to do.

We are about to take off for the hike. Sheila says she has asked Becky to go. She is not there. I say I will go and see if she is coming. I go to her bedroom. She is not there.

The group of us take off for the walk with Sheila and another women in the lead. I notice the cute outfits Sheila and a few other women have on as well as what good physical shape they are in. I walk behind and apart from the whole group which feels good. Then we are all back from the walk. I see Becky talking with a man. The group is to have a discussion with Sheila related to the walk.

Scene changes. I am sitting with Becky and we are talking. I am about to tell her a story about Freya, but then forget it. I tell Becky I am worried about my memory.

A little scene where my sister, Sheila’s, grandson, Van (10 years old) has his ankles crossed backward while standing up. Sheila and I tease him and say that we should bring him to the circus!

Daynotes: Rough emotional week. I had a nice time at Sheila and Rob’s cabin with 28 members of the family. I took a group photo and some individual family photos. However, the group shot and two family photos have these green florescent lines around the people. I felt horrible that they were ruined. Half of the photos are fine. I am not sure why the other ones got wrecked. Also, grief came up for me this week about Kevin.

I worked this dream with my AZ group. Here is what I wrote: If this were my dream, the old house that is renovated may symbolize re-scripting what I was going through in waking life. (emotional, felt bad about the photos, etc.). Chris and Becky are upstairs in separate bedrooms. Chris represents my sensitive and spiritual side. (she knows how to take care of herself) Becky represents my dis-regulated self at this time. Sheila is a “leader” in this dream. She could represent my strong, confident self. She is leading a hike. She and others are in good physical shape and dress attractively. Good self esteem and confidence. I calmly deal with my emotions (toilet). and then take time for myself by walking alone on the hike. I see Becky with a man. I am connecting with my masculine self. Then I am talking with Becky. I forget the story about Freya. This represents me forgetting about my inner child. I am not taking care of her. The Van scene may be a reminder to look at life with humor. Generally, I feel this is a compensatory dream.

There are six women: Denise, Jeanne, three other women, and I. We do a ritual. Afterwards, I am an observer and part of the group. Two women are on the bottom on the ground. Then two women pile on top of them going the opposite direction. Then the last two women get on top going the opposite direction. After that the bottom women slide out, then the ones in the middle and then the ones on top.

Then my job is to clandestinely take these scrolls/posters from my house and mail them. I cannot get caught. I almost get caught once. I pretend to go for a walk. I move on the ground like a snake away from my house. At this time, I am the scroll/poster. It is in the fall and I worry about the scrolls/posters getting wet. When I get far enough away, I get up and walk and am now separate from the scroll/poster. I am successful. I get to the post office. I am mailing each scroll/poster back to its owner.

I had this dream at Kelsi and Keenan’s house. This was the first time we stayed at their house.

I am outside with a small group of men and women. We are all in our 50’s. I am watching Freya. She is my granddaughter. In waking life she is almost 17 months old. In the dream she is around nine months old. In waking life she is walking. In the dream she crawls. The group and I are sitting on a lawn, talking. I am attracted to a man I am talking with. I look up and see Freya has crawled down the sidewalk and is about to crawl across the road. I quickly get up and get her.

I am taking care of Freya until 11:00 at night because Kelsi has to work until then. (my daughter and Freya’s mom). There is a scene where Kelsi and I are told the right door to enter into the small office where she works.

I worked this dream with my dream group up north. This is what I wrote: If this were my dream, I am feeling happy, free (no boundaries) talking with an attractive man which is enjoyable. I am also responsible for Freya. Freya is young and doesn’t know the dangers of the world. If she were apart of me, what dangers am I oblivious about? I do go and “rescue” her, keep her safe. I am now with Kelsi at her work. We are guided to go in the correct door. A door could represent a transition. I am taking care of Freya to 11:00 p.m. (in this part of the dream, I am just with Kelsi at work and not with Freya). I am thinking about the expression: The Eleventh Hour, which means the latest possible time before it is too late. Kelsi has been in a dangerous job because of mentally ill clients that are their own guardians and are not on their medication. One has been violent to a worker and has destroyed property at the home and is now in jail. I am wondering if this dream has to do with Kelsi getting another job soon. I am my 50’s in my dream. This, to me, is the prime of life. I have been supporting Kelsi in her transition.

The other thought that came up with the rest of the group is that this dream is a confirmation for me. I am a good mother and grandmother. After Kevin cut me off, and even before that, I lost confidence in myself.