Category: Bonnie

I am with a young girl about eight years old. I am drinking water from a glass with a small opening. The girl wants some. I take off the top. She sees that the water is mixed with juice that has some pulp. She does not want to drink it.

My friends, family, and cousin, Jill, come to pick me up for my doctor’s appointment. I do not have my phone, but do have my purse. The van they are in is stopped on a busy city street. There is a sailboat on a trailer right in front of it. The sailboat is on the shoulder with no vehicle attached. It was left there. I get in the van in the back seat. The van pulls out into heavy traffic.

I am dropped off at the clinic. I end up working with a Physical Therapist. He is middle aged, mostly bald and pudgy. We are at a pool. I do not have a bathing suit. I take off my top and just have my new (in waking life), black bra on. I leave my pants on and get into the water. The PT has me do an exercise. A young girl of about 10-12 years old walks by and teases me because I do not have a bathing suit. Then the PT is called away. He tells me to swim laps on this section of the pool. It slants up a bit and is fairly shallow. Then the water disappears all together. I get out. I decide to get my top and leave. I see the PT. I tell him the only thing wrong with me is my soft tissue in my knee. I then worry if my friends/family will be there to pick me up. I don’t need a doctor!

I have had three “waiting dreams”. This dream I am to see a doctor and see the PT while I am waiting. I waited for a spa treatment in an earlier dream and that never happened. Then the dream on the same night as this one, I am waiting to have my pap smear and that never happens. I had a colonoscopy not too long ago in waking life. It was close to a two hour wait and I got very frustrated. No one came by to say how long it would take. It triggered my invisibility complex. These three dreams have to do with my body. I think these dreams are a “series”. This dream seems to have a resolution in that I make the decision that I do not need to see a doctor and will no longer wait. I worked this dream a bit with my sister. She thinks it ha to do with me doing so much work on myself: therapy, grief class, reading books, etc. I have done my due diligence and it is time to enjoy the benefits.

Paul and I plan to go to college for the summer semester. I am with a couple of women and we are in a car. (I don’t know who is driving). We see Jeanne G. on the street by the college. She joins us. I am looking for a place to rent for Paul and I. I see a fancy place close by the campus but know it would be too expensive. We stop at a cafe and I ask the owner about a place to rent. He rents apartments. He gets on his scooter to show me one. The other women take a while to come to the car. The apartment is up a few flights of stairs. Two guys live there right now. They leave. The apartment is old and does not have a dishwasher. I open the curtains. It has a nice view. I can see the campus on the left and the ocean in the front. The ocean is pretty far away and there are industrial type buildings between the apartment and the ocean.

I am with Denise. We go to see a young, religious leader like Charlie Kirk. For some reason we HAD to see this leader. We are in a small group sittlng outside with the leader. Denise asks him if he knows the word, Kilgore. He doesn’t know it. She explains it. She is very articulate and does not mince words. Denise and I then walk away. Later we are sitting outside and see a procession with the leader and a few others. They are all dressed in orange robes like Catholic priests.

A scene: I get a picture of a religious leader in the mail who is a young man and I throw it out. Sheila L. is with me and when I get the picture she seriously suggests where I can hang it on the wall!

I looked up “Kilgore”. It is Gaelic and means “son of the short lad”. It also can mean “church of Gorr” referring to a location near a church or a saint.