Category: Bonnie

I drive to the University of Minnesota. I drive up the stairs about half way on the right side of a main building. (lots of stairs). I have a weak knee and have some trouble walking (in waking life, I am having it replaced in February). This is the reason I drove up the stairs!

At first a teacher or an administrator comes out, stands on the top of the stairs, and talks about some administrative subject. Then this English teacher and her students put on a play on the steps. They are all to the left of me; some higher, some the same level and some lower than me on the steps, all to my left. I am in the way, but the students carry on. They act like I am not there.

I am out of the car and have my things spread around on the steps. The play seems to be a Shakespearean play. At first I am interested in it, but then lose interest. The play ends. The female teacher and the students then sit around a rectangular table on the steps and share a meal. I overhear the teacher complaining to the students about some personal slight she received from them.

I roll up something wet in a towel and collect my other belongings. I look and see down below the steps a lot of water. There is a young woman laying close to a large puddle.

I stand up and realize I have nothing on top. I turn away from the table and put something on. I put all my belongings into the car (not waking life car) and am about to take off for home.

Susanne: The dream starts by me driving up the stairs and ends with me realizing I have nothing on top. Besides the symbolic nakedness, there is nothing for me to search for at this university. I collect something wet, roll it up in a sleeve. So I do have something emotional here. It made me drive upstairs. There is a girl, me? laying down. Do I need the sleeve for her? To remind myself that this part of me is seen, even though she’s ignored just like I was while I was in the center of attention? I can now pack up and go home.

Meredith: I am ascending the steps toward a desired outcome. Although distracted by the performances or dramatic interactions by others and my own sudden display of vulnerability, I keep what belongs to me close and safe as I travel to my home, the authentic self.

Mary: I’m ascending the staircase to a higher level of learning and wisdom. As I ascend the stairs, my left knee causes me trouble and tries to prevent me from moving forward and Higher. The left side of the body is often associated with the past and feminine qualities of the divine, which for me, includes emotionality. I’m ascending the staircase to higher levels of learning, wisdom, and consciousness, but in order to do so, past events and emotional residue are doing their best to prevent me from reaching the top. They make me feel naked and vulnerable, and they are doing their best to distract me like a well-done Shakespeare play.

Svitlana: I am in the middle of a Shakespearean play. Its drama, messages, teachings, insights are epic, eternal. Am I invited to view my life (shown to me as dream) events in this light?

I am going to the bathroom in a public place. There are only three bathrooms and other women and I have to wait in line. I enter one of the bathrooms. It is a large room with a toilet and a sink. A couple of women peek over the doorway like there is a curtain partition. I tell them to go away. Both women are tall especially one of them. I see her later in a yellow convertible car. I see her from the back with a yellow dress and hat on. The car is parked on a street in a town.

The bathroom changes into a pool with lots of kids swimming in it. I reckon I can swim over on the left side where there is more room. I get my cap. I can’t find my goggles. I dig in my purse and find them. I am happy.

It is night. I am in an old house that I do not recognize in W.L. I stand on this old, wooden dresser which is in the kitchen. I tip a framed picture which is on the dresser by mistake and see a long spider web with lots of spiders on it. I especially notice these two large “spiders” that look more like beetles/little monsters.

I get off the dresser. Paul is there. He smells something burning. I guess when I got on the dresser, I turned on the stove by mistake. It is right next to the dresser. There were pans on the burner that I turned on. He turns off the burner and puts the pans in the sink.

The next day I go back with some people I do not know in waking life. We climb on the stove and then onto the dresser. From the dresser we enter this large room. (an open door) It is a store that is almost emptied out. I find a jar I can use to catch the two, large, spiders. We leave the room and climb down from the dresser. I see three kids; two sisters and one brother, sitting on the floor. I ask them if they like spiders. They say no.

I then realize I forgot the jar from the store, but I find another one. I am about to clean up the spiders and the web, but ask the woman owner of the store and she says she has already dusted and cleaned them off. I look and see a spot she missed (a few spiders and a web) and brush that off the dresser. I feel relieved.

A scene while up in the store. My mom is there and is holding a grey, Persian cat. I pet it. Earlier, I say a small black and white cat on the dresser. Mom says they are Molly’s cats.

Meredith: In the Spider-Man series there is a phrase: “spider sense” the door to another space on top of the dresser reminds me of a hidden room or space that is ripe for discovery. I wonder what creative endeavor needs spider energy and its weaving skills. Perhaps the pots on the stove, something burning on the back burner. Cleaning certainly fits the stable task of Hercules,

Susanne: You know this night you are going to weave a spider web? In the incubation. A web of connection and wisdom. Do you know that in many cultures the spider created the world? She is spinning the web of dreams. I stand on wood (symbol of my tree of life?) and tip on a picture in my mind. Like I want to remind me of the mythological origin of the world of dreams. Paul smells something burning and turns off the stove. A wonderful cooperation between husband and wife looking out for each other. The next day we do exactly the same and the burning induced magic: there is a portal. Almost like Narnia. There are three children, almost like in Narnia. Do your magic, Bonnie

Svitlana: removing, eradicating useless thoughts, getting to our true Self. Don’t complicate anything with senseless thoughts: they are simply a web you can get tangled in. (a message from spider)