Category: Bonnie

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.

My family owns two horses. One horse is tame and the other is wild. The tame horse is ready to ride and I assume I will ride her. However, now I am to ride the wild horse. I am shown a cart that I will use with the wild horse. I am to play a game like golf? She will be harnessed to the cart. I talk to one of my sisters to see if she’ll ride the tame horse and come with me. The last scene is me bringing a long, flowing, silky, blue gown that has a train, upstairs and hang it on the door of Molly and Sheila’s (sisters) bedroom door. The wild horse will be wearing the gown. Molly and Sheila are both sleeping.

Feeling: both excited and nervous

Poem after doing Victoria’s workshop:

I am an old, wooden cart, full of opposites.

I am both wild and tame.

I am meditative, yet can connect with others.

Sometimes I am private

Other times I like to be the center of attention

I am on the door step of change

And I will be awaking soon

to share my humor, heart, anger,

intelligence and outspokenness

From Denise, “If this were my dream”:

My family of origin behaves both wild and tame. Even though I am private, often the secret one not communicated to directly, I have the power of the wild. I can tame and inspire the mustang-mare. Freedom is important, but I am the caring seamstress, the affectionate knitter of family comfort. I don’t yet fully understand my fit, but I will be shown in the world with other people, and adorned for my full awakening. I am happy to bring this natural celebration up, up, up the stairs. It is that time of life. My confidence is smooth and flows like water.