I didn’t write the whole dream down and cannot remember it. However, the part of the dream I remember is the scary part. I am sleeping in a dead woman’s bed. All of a sudden I feel her spirit hold me down. I try to scream and can barely get a sound out.
Earlier nightmare on 9/14/22 . There is a shoot out. There are bad, mafia type guys shooting at a family especially a 10 year old boy who is standing in the front of the family. He yells at the bad guys, “Do you know what you are doing?”
I am letting go of these granite rocks about 10 to 12 inches in diameter. I let go of about seven of them. I pick them up and let them fall away. They are very heavy. This has to do with self-forgiveness. They are no longer part of my name. It is hard work.
It feels like I have two parts of myself and one of these parts is getting ride of these rocks and the other part is not so comfortable doing so.
There are families putting on skits. Some of them are better than others. They are all family orientated. I talk with a little, Asian girl named Chloe. She is visiting some family. There is one skit where a bare-naked, thin, small woman gets on the back of a tall, slim woman dressed in black. The small one pretends she is “humping” the tall one. This makes me very uncomfortable.
My young son about three to four years old is hiding under the ground. He reminds me of Oskar. He comes out and accuses me of something that hurt his feelings. I apologize. He then shows me his art work. It is a drawing which is very good. He also shows me his five lamp shades with lights hanging from the ceiling. Two of them have straw like material on them. He hopes to find three more for the other lights.
