Author: bonniemitsch

I am an observer of a man in his 30’s-40’s. He has black hair. He is being picked up by some authorities and put into rehab. He is being processed. It has been four to five years since he was in rehab. Now I am the one that has been brought into rehab. I am sitting in a circle with five or six other people in rehab. We go around and say what number we are. Some are high numbers and some are low. I say 86 was my highest number when I was in rehab five or six years ago. (I think high is a “good” thing)

Later, I am in a hallway near where are rooms are. I keep using an inhaler. I do this many times. Somehow this is helping me. I then start to go back to my room. I pass these two women who are “odd”‘. One is low cognitive and the other has an ugly face. I pass them going through a room on the way to the elevator. Then I see others going to this restaurant. I decide to go too. There are these long tables set up for diners. I see an empty place at the end of a table. I ask if it is available and it is. I see Linda Barber seated at the table. She is self-conscious about being there. (all of us are at from the rehab). We talk. Next I am cutting up an old t-shirt of hers. It is red. I am to use it for something. Linda also needs part of it. I say she can use some of what I cut up.

Feeling: felt sympathetic for Linda’s feeling of embarrassment. Otherwise, I am feeling neutral.

If this were my dream, it is time for healing-a restoration to my healthy self. I am not resisting. I went through a healing 5-6 years ago. Maybe my masculine self did some healing then-more confidence out in the world. At that time I experienced freedom, change and transformation (86)- also let go of negative stuff. Now I am in a transitional space/time (hallway) in my life. I am breathing in spirit for healing (inhaler). I pass by two women; one is low cognitive and one is ugly (in the past I did not have confidence in my intelligence or my looks). I take the elevator down into my unconscious and to a nurturing place (restaurant). I see Linda Barber who represents my happy, friendly side. She is embarrassed. I can feel embarrassed and get defensive when Kevin accuses me of different things like orchestrating everything. I cut up a vibrant, casual top to be used for something. I share this with my happy friendly part. I am ready to get back into life.

I breathe in spirit

A vibrant nurturing

I am restored to life

1. I am traveling with a group of people. We are walking home. I walk with others one way and the other group walks another way. They beat us. We were staying at a place. When it is time to go I start to clean up my room and pack. I have too much stuff and it takes me a long time to pack. I think Deb might be around. (in waking life, Deb has too much stuff!)

2. There is an attractive woman who is attracted to a man. They remind me of George Clooney and his wife. They get to know each other and later have a fight. They make up and make a plan to marry each other. They are at a hotel with a conference going on. There is a scene where she goes to the back of a room with lots of people piling in behind her. They are all standing. The woman is to feed an animal (an owl?). The owl is not interested in eating. And the woman is not interested in feeding it as well.

3. I am with a group of teachers having a casual meeting. Someone brings up a get together-something to do with relaxing. Some activities sound great like going to a hot tub. I say I could go for that. The other activities I am not interested in. One of the teachers has a husband in the group. He is a larger man. He comes on to me and gets physically too close. It makes me feel very uncomfortable. I try to be polite but do not encourage him. He asks me what I am working on. It is like dream work-like working on a dream by myself.

4. I am at a wedding. I see the wedding party come into this space where the ceremony will be. The guys are all wearing these straw hats that are tipped up on the side. The hats belong to a 10-12 year old boy who lets them use them. I talk to him as we both walk downstairs together.

There are two twin men around 30 years old. One goes upstairs and is dead. I tell the other twin not to go up the stairs. I cannot remember the rest of the dream.