Category: Bonnie

I am in a show. It is an art and/or photography show. I have two portraits. One of them is my brother Dan. He is young and handsome. The other is a young woman. The portraits are not framed. I hold them under the back window of a car. That doesn’t work. I tell my mother that I wish I could stand them up to display them.

I go and come back. My mother has stood the portraits up in these white basket shaped containers made from heavy white poster paper. On the back of the portraits are written quotes from Dan and the young woman saying what they believe in.

My dad comes. He doesn’t notice the portraits. I then go to the show. Everyone is dressed up. Many women have on black outfits with dark pink belts. I feel under dressed. I have on an old outfit.

Feeling: nervous, then sad.

I am sent to a school for a healing of sorts. I go into the building. It is small and has no furniture. The walls and doors are off white. There is writing on the edges of the

walls and around the doors. The writing looks like a trim. It is small and in cursive. I cannot read it, but I think they are positive sayings. I do not see anyone else. A woman does have some art in a room. (this part of the dream I cannot bring back). I stay at the school for a month.

Next scene: I am with a group. We are all in our twenties. I tell about my positive experience at the school. It has to do with learning to save myself and others in an emergency. Feeling: I am nervous/scared at first, then curious, and happy at the end.

Another dream that came back. I am helping Marsha’s very old father stand up and get ready to go. I help him put on his jacket. In waking life Marsha’s dad has passed on about five years ago. Also, I need to go with Marsha to find new clothes to buy. I am happy.

Daynotes: worked a dream with my AZ group. It had to do with parts of myself. The highpoint to me was to remember my inner child.

I worked this dream with the Dreamsters on 7/28/25. Here is what I said: If this were my dream, the “school” feels like a contained space. The learning comes from the writing on the walls. I need to read the writings and get meaning from them. There is a room where a woman has her art, maybe paintings. The paintings seem to also be a form of learning, but through the heart and not the mind. I stay a month-four weeks-a completion. This amount of time is what it takes to heal and to help remind myself of whom I am-a free spirit. By doing so, I can help not only myself, but also others.

Other ideas: the writings are prayers. The woman artist is a part of me. A month is a twelfth of a year. 12=? I had youthful confidence in my 20’s. The school is like going to the peaceful “other side”. I learned something. I was reminded about the self I was in my 20’s-less anxious and fearful.