Author: bonniemitsch

I am up at the lake. It feels like Grandnan’s cottage (her new one). We wait for a woman who Denise knows who will work with us on our complexions. I look out the window and see dark clouds in the distance to the right. A storm is coming. A whole group of people on horse back come riding toward the cottage. One of them is Denise. She has on a light brown straw hat (man’s hat). I say the other people can come in if they want. Denise doesn’t want that. She is worried about the woman coming (complexion woman) because of the storm. I go and put on this darling, summer frock: light, small print-very light mauve. One of the other women is with me. She loves the dress and asks where I got it. I say from up here. It has a tie in the back. I look out the window and see that the clouds are now over the cottage. (this is how the dream ends—however, as I lay in bed I remember a scene of me laying down on a straw mat the size of a small throw rug. It is medium to light brown with some red. I had gotten it from Gretchen. I feel very relaxed laying on it.) The feelings in the dream were happy and afraid. I had the dream after two days back from our vacation.

Here is my follow up dream after dream work last night.

I am upstairs in the den and then in the hall by the bathroom/front door and see three robbers go by. They have black stockings over their heads. I go down the basement to hide. The basement is full of things. The bar is surrounded by stuff and there are these sheets of carpet (thin like indoor/outdoor carpet- 5 or 6 of them). I lift them to get through. I go around to the back of the bar. Kelsi (daughter) is already there sitting down. We don’t talk. She knows about the robbers. She then gets up and goes. She is going to confront the robbers. I am scared she will get hurt (even raped). (While I am in that hypnogogic state, I go over ideas like verbally telling the robbers to leave, getting a shot gun and confronting them, etc.)

Notes: I obviously am resisting something. I like that Kelsi, my young self, is going to confront them.

My meditation (from a book) had all to do with revealing our true selves!

I am with my cousin, Jill. I think I pick her up after I clean out the garage. There is a specific place in the garage that is “haunted.” I have a stick of sorts that is short. Looks like one of Paul’s small drift wood sticks. This garage is also Shady Oaks (childhood home’s). It is very cleaned out and has more cement and is lighter-like it is a garage from a new home. I play with getting the stick to open the garage door. (Jill and I are inside the garage with the garage door down). I move it up and down and back and forth. It doesn’t work. (thought I think I am pointing it at the door that goes into the house instead of the garage door) Jill is anxious. she says, “Let’s go”. I drop the stick and it moves on its own. I get it and move it so the door opens.

Next scene. We are far away (1/4 mile?) There are lots of pine trees. I think it is getting dark out. I move the sick and say “open”. I keep moving it in a directions. I think that it is not working because it isn’t pointed exactly at the garage door (too far away and the trees hide it to make sure it is pointed exactly in the right direction). I then say, “It doesn’t work this far away.

Feeling: happy and afraid.