I am carrying a baby boy about nine months old in a carrying chair with handles. He is asleep at first. I bring him down to a lower level. It is dark. He wakes up and starts to fuss. I comfort him and he relaxes and starts to smile.
11/17/24 An Explosion
A bomb is set to go off. It is actually two sets of small bombs that are buried under the ground. One set is black and the other is white. There is a young woman and a group of young people. They are to go down this slide connected to each other with their legs and arms wrapped around the person in front of them. About 12 to 15 people. This takes place in the cities.
I know about these bombs a few days before they are to go off. At about 12 minutes before they are to go off, I call the authorities (I am not sure why I wait so long before calling).
Now I am the young woman and it is after the explosion. I have skin grafts under my chin. I am with my boyfriend. He finds a private place behind these green hedges to look at my dressings. However, there are no dressings and the skin looks o.k.
In the next scene, I am now the original dream ego. I go to school. Charlotte S. is the principal. She was the vice principal shortly beforehand. She asks me to come into her office. I know I am getting into trouble for not calling about the bombs sooner.
In the dream I have a sense that explosion was not as bad as I expected.
11/6/24 Two short dreams: !. Cleaning up someone’s shit 2. Not cleaning the inside windshield of a bus
- I go to the bathroom at a public place. The toilet hasn’t been flushed. There is lots of BM in it. I flush it. I touch the toilet paper and get BM on my hands. I go to the sink to wash them. Another woman comes in. I tell her, “This is disgusting!
2. I am on a bus. It stops at a rest stop. I start to clean the inside windshield with a paper towel. I think I will come back with some windex and clean all the inside windows. The driver is an older Latino man. I go outside, sit in the sun and read a book. I am almost done with the book. A young man comes up to me and tells me school is about to start and I know the bus will now be a school bus. I realize I will not have time to clean the windows before the driver has to take off. It doesn’t bother me.
Incubation question: What thoughts, values, or beliefs have I outgrown?
I think these dreams are addressing my co-dependence. I am not responsible for other’s shit and/or their inner work.