Category: Bonnie

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)

Denise and I go to Rob and Sheila’s house. We see Rob and his friend. We cannot get into Rob and Sheila’s house. We walk through the neighbor’s house which belongs to Victoria Rabinowe, but she hardly every gets there. However, we run into a guy who is sleeping on the porch. We are embarrassed.

We close the garage door. It is dark. We go to a restaurant and then back to Rob and Sheila’s. Denise drives. Paul is now with us. Denise drives fast. She takes the last turn and goes past the house. I am nervous.

First I went to drop off a boy at a Special Education Room.  He had to hand in things of his to the teacher for his use later.  Paul and I stand in line with him.  I hold one of his things (Juicy Fruit gum?) I think he has a canister as well.

Paul and I then go to the church/monastery which is below ground.  It has wooden pews and is dark/mysterious feeling.  No one else is there.  We practice flying around.  We are only about 2 feet off of the ground, so more like hovering.  I try flapping my arms and that helps.  It feels great and I am enjoying myself.

We then go outside.  Jill (cousin who died over a year ago) and her male friend were there as well as another woman.  It is an open space like a field next to the monastery.  Paul brags that we can fly and goes away, gets in a Cessna airplane and flies overhead (back and forth).  I am unsure of myself outside about my ability to fly.

Jill puts salt in my hand to prevent me from asking her for money to get an airplane. I notice Jill’s pop which was on the ground got spilled.Paul comes back.

Feelings:  happy, peaceful and then unsure

Daynotes: putting backsplash on the kitchen wall-very nervous about messing up!

I had read in Patricia Garfield’s book, Creative Dreaming, that often you have flying dreams before a lucid dream.  This dream got me excited about that.  Being out in the open, I became unsure about my flying ability, though my male has no trouble with that though he “cheats” and uses a Cessna.  I like that Jill puts salt in my hand.  I like that symbolism.  Jill, in the dream, is in her 40’s and looks great.  Salt-vitality of life?  Protection?  I wonder if Jill is telling me to not “fly high”, be more grounded?  Practicing flying in the lower level of a monastery says to me that I am working on my spirituality, my inner life as opposed to being out in the world.  That is what lucidity is to me.