Lost My Ticket 8/28/22

I am at a dream conference. It is in a city. I am out walking in the city. I hear this beautiful music. There are many string instruments and no vocals. I ask a young woman about getting a ticket to go hear them. The ticket usually costs $35, but she sells it to me for $5. We then walk to the concert ( we were right outside the concert, but now have to walk a block or so). We line up. Just so many people are allowed in at a time. I am excited and the other people around me are excited as well.

I had the ticket in my hand the whole time and now it is not there. I look through my pockets and my purse and cannot find it. I am frustrated. The young woman and I go back to her house. Outside her door are a few containers. We are to put our belongings in one of them for safe keeping. I have an iPad. I first put it in a container with ashes. I take it out and put it in a clean container. There is now a 12 year old boy there and he is helping. He is related to the young woman.

A scene where I am at the conference. I go into an old bathroom. The building itself is very old. The bathroom is old, but clean. I sit down on the toilet. I see a large (one foot long) turquoise lizard by my feet. It starts crawling up my leg. It tickles. I take it off. When I get up I see a pink lizard as well.

Some scene or another dream with children around 5 to 6 years old. They are climbing up a tree to a roof top. I am on the roof. I tell them to be careful. They are having a great time. I tell them I used to climb trees when I was young.

Lizards have a keen attention to the environment. Be in sync with nature.

Large, Black Boxes 8/24/22

I am with some people. There are one of three groups we are to get into. The first group is generic, the second is women who have committed adultery and the third are people who go to Arizona. I wonder if I have committed adultery. I go to the Arizona group.
We all get black boxes of files. There are no instructions. I ask questions to others and they know no more than I do. Then I find a secretary who says I need to read the files. The files are on students there. I am told I cannot take the black box away. I am to meet Paul. I decide to skim the files. I do not have a classroom of students. I am in Special Education and have fewer numbers of students.

Get Ready

(Saturday, August 27, 2022)

As I view the ocean from the bay window in my house dream, the dream transforms. I am floating in the ocean on my belly. The ocean is calm, no waves. The sky is empty. Perhaps it is covered by a thin fog, the color of the ocean. I see no sun or white, fluffy clouds.

A male animal friend or spirit is floating behind me, on my left side. Familiar. I don’t see him in the dream. I look to the left and do see an evergreen coastline, very far away.

I start to sense the extreme depth of the sea below me. It feels as infinite as the sky, and I begin to panic. What if a shark comes up to attack me? What if the still surface turns to a wild tsunami? I peer left again and see no shoreline. The sensation is cosmic. I am in the middle of a vast universe of mind and emotion. My strong friend weighs in telepathically to help me lose my anxiety and accept the experience.

The Dreamsters Union