Category: Bonnie

I am with a woman I do not know in waking life. We get in a large RV with lots of other people. It’s a holiday! I get help from others to get up from sleeping on a mat on a floor. I put another pair of socks on and go out in the hall to a bathroom.

Scene: I get up and go outside and see a beautiful horse. It sees me also and jumps its fence and runs to me. I get up on a mound so I can pet it easily. It wants me to ride it, but I am afraid to do so.

Next scene: I am in the kitchen with the horse now. I open a bottle of pop for it.

Next scene: I sit with the others from the RV and tell them about the horse. I am then getting ready to pack up my things.

Day Notes: nothing out of the ordinary. I haven’t had a horse dream in quite awhile. In the past, hoses in my dream mean personal power. I did turn down going with some women from my dream group, tubing down a river. I worried I could not get up from the tube; that my knee/leg was not strong enough. I regret not going. I really like all the women. I told myself that next time, when I get invited, I will go. I did go out to lunch with some of the women on the 14th which was very nice. Being afraid of riding the horse could be speaking to this.

I shared this dream with the Dreamsters. Here are some more thoughts. I guess the strongest hit I got was that I am ready for an adventure. Because of my knee operation and the healing process as well as being protective of Paul because of his memory loss, I have curtailed any adventure. I also do just curtail myself. I think it has to do with control/security. I like putting on another pair of socks representing “cold feet”. Friends waking me up reminds me of the invitation to go tubing and how that got me regretting not accepting the invitation. I do look at the horse as a spirit guide. If I got on the horse and rode him, that brings to mind complete freedom. Lastly, packing up my things, is a good sign that I am ready to go off on an adventure. Paul and I are going to Lake Vermilion on Monday of next week. This will be good for me and us. It will feel like an adventure.

I am leading/teaching a dream class at a college. A lot of extra people show up. I am in a square room with rectangular tables a long all four sides. I am standing in the middle. I ask some people to move so I don’t have people behind me.

It is a woman’s turn to share her dream. She is shy and has a quiet voice. She starts to read her dream. Many people are talking and I ask them to be quiet. They do so. Two women, however, keep talking and giggling. I tell them to leave. They are miffed, but they do so. I am angry.

Next scene: I am still at the college but have left my room. I am trying to find it again. I am lost. I find Renee in a room. She is helping to clean up dishes with a few other people. Her room is close to mine so I think I will wait for her and walk back when she does.

Next scene: I am walking with a male professor who teaches in a room close to mine. He makes a comment about hearing me yell at the students. He is teasing me and I enjoy it.

I shared this dream with my sister, Chris. This is what I wrote: I am teaching at a college-a place of higher learning. I am in a square room-square can symbolize self actualization. I ask the students to move who would be behind me. I want to be in front of the class-in control? Extra people have come in and the group is noisy. I need more grounding and quiet. A shy, quiet girl is sharing her dream. (could be a part of me). It is hard to hear her. Two girls are talking and laughing. I tell them to leave. I feel this is me having strong boundaries and am taking control in a positive way. Later, I get lost. Maybe lose my sense of strong boundaries. (a new person came to my last in person group and invaded my boundaries by saying why don’t you do the meditations instead of using Insight Timer and don’t you think it would be a good idea to say a prayer of protection before we start dream work?) I think I can find my way back with Renee who can be too accommodating. That doesn’t happen. I am then with a male professor-my masculine. We are walking down the hall going back to our rooms. I am no longer lost. He teases me about yelling. I can laugh at myself and don’t take myself so seriously.

1. Anne Martin is a female cow. She would make a good leader and mother.

2. I am sick at first. However, I need to get going. I am with Paul and a woman I know. She came to see me. I have just gotten up from going to the bathroom. I feel better. I need to pack.

3. I am helping a woman pack. She has all these candies she is afraid will get squished. I look for plastic cups to put them in. I see Nancy Campbell and give her a big hug (Nancy died a year ago). She looks great. I then look for a light bulb. The light next to the woman’s things has burned out. I am about to pack up her things when I wake up.