Category: Bonnie

I am at a hotel.  It reminds me of the hotel I stayed at for the dream conference at Virginia Beach.  I am in the hallway and I am nude.  I feel exposed, self-conscious.  I feel good in my body (healthy, in shape) otherwise. I decide to go to the pool and get a towel to wrap around myself.  I have bags of things (3?), but no purse. I have them on the floor some place. I feel nervous about not knowing where my purse is. I need my card to get into the pool area which is in my purse.

I go back to the room.  Paul and my cousin, Jill, are there.  Paul gives me some paper towels (sheets of them) to use, to put in front of my private parts while I go to the pool.  I get his card also to get in and to get a towel.  Jill takes the sheets and I take them from her.  I then feel compassionate towards her and give her a couple.  The dream ends when I am to go.

Day Notes:  Paul and I are up at the RV having a relaxing time.  We talked to the builder and have decided to wait to start building until the spring.  We got the proposal signed and gave the bank a copy.  Got the plan ok’d by the land person.  Went smoothly!

My take on this dream has to do with the fear of moving up here and starting over.  I know that when I am in a new place, situation, I feel vulnerable.  (exposed).  I have let go of my old identity (purse) and need to learn who I am anew. My male part is helpful, but cannot really keep me from my emotions of feeling exposed. (naked).  Need to feel the emotions?  (going to the pool).  Jill is my anxiety.  She needs some compassion.

This is my second dream with “shrouds”.  The first one at the beginning of August (see post) I have killed and man and a woman, wrapped them in shrouds and am burying them.  This time I am waking them up.  Their faces are not covered in this dream. Somehow it feels like I am making progress!

I had killed a man some how.  A very nice man.  There was no maliciousness to it.  I don’t remember how. I bury him.  Later, I kill a young woman.  I bury her close to where I buried the man.  I then can see, like there is no dirt on top of him, the man buried 6-8 feet deep.  He is now like just bones wrapped in a cloth (light green shroud), like a mummy.  The material is in good shape.  I am burying the woman very close (closer than I thought which worries me).  She is also wrapped in a shroud, but it is light blue.  I am burying her shallower as well as perpendicular to the man.  Again, no memory of the murder and no negative feelings.

I am looking into an airplane.  It is full of people sitting side by side, sleeping.  They are wrapped in thin material.  I think they are dead at first.  However, I can hear them breathing.

Time to wake up. I am with a male doctor that has this medicine to help people wake up.  He somehow turns it into a fine powder from pills.  I don’t see him do this.  There is an male “authority” on board.  He is watching and asks if the doctor is giving this certain man something. When the authority turns his head, the doctor puts the powder on his hand and has the man lick it off.  The authority suspects that is what happened.  (I become doctor and have man lick it off of my hand) Everyone is waking up.

Feeling:  a bit scared as well as curious