Post by Boomer Chick on Jan 6, 2005 11:27:49 GMT -5
Well, while in the kitchen this morning, I was trying to remember my dreams and couldn't, knowing I had dreamed, but unable to access. I then hugged my husband and they came back to me. I think it was his smell that triggered the memory.
I was back in the yard, street, and home where I grew up. Mainly outside, in the garage, and interacting with various neighbors and visitors. The dream seemed sunny, congenial, and upbeat. There were neighbors coming and going, cars going up and down the street, the expectation of company with actual visiters and lots of people I knew and didn't know. My mother was entertaining in the backyard, which was larger than it actually is, with a pool, which we did indeed have, but everything was larger. She had sent out written invitations and organized her gathering so that quite a few people showed up... mainly women. While cognizant that was going on, we in the front yard and garage roamed around going in and out of the garage. When in the garage at one point, I looked up at a window above the "real life" window, as the roof of the garage was much higher, and was extremely concerned about bees. I heard their buzzing which was quite loud. In that top window at the peak the bees were nesting in huge clusters like giant rounded formations and were breaking their way into the house space. Soon they were buzzing toward us and the fear was they'd disrupt the party out back and also attack us. So we ran, with buzzing after us in the air, some suspeded and extremely large with their legs dangling down, bodies yellowish in color, and I ended in the backyard talking to my mother and a couple of her friends, all of whom were half way drunk. My mother always entertained with alcohol... mixed drinks. I was self conscious of my breasts for some reason and felt they could see through my blouse. The next scene, which changed quickly, I was in a bedroom with my husband trying on all kinds of bras. There were so many, of so many styles it was funny, now that I think of it. Lace ones, long lines, and ones I've never seen in real life with gadgets designed to pump air into the cups which after you pumped them, you would take the gadgetry off. I would try one on after another and the feeling was fun and frivolous with my husband watching in light interest with no actual choices... just watching. Then the dream changed to my exploring a bathroom which I felt was extremely haunted by evil forces. As soon as I entered the rather darkened room with a vinyl shower curtain and tub as the main feature, I sensed the evil. I knew I had to fight. Exhorting the name of Jesus, I said outloud with all my might, "in the name of Jesus Christ I demand you leave this room!" The force was fighting me. After my very loud and gut wrenching command, flames broke out on the tops of the faucets. I knew the entity was showing its power as a damp surface usually cannot support flames. I ran over and put the flames out with water and or a towel or my hands. It's foggy from there, but I think I shared about it with others who supported my effort and then my memory breaks up.
Odd!
I was back in the yard, street, and home where I grew up. Mainly outside, in the garage, and interacting with various neighbors and visitors. The dream seemed sunny, congenial, and upbeat. There were neighbors coming and going, cars going up and down the street, the expectation of company with actual visiters and lots of people I knew and didn't know. My mother was entertaining in the backyard, which was larger than it actually is, with a pool, which we did indeed have, but everything was larger. She had sent out written invitations and organized her gathering so that quite a few people showed up... mainly women. While cognizant that was going on, we in the front yard and garage roamed around going in and out of the garage. When in the garage at one point, I looked up at a window above the "real life" window, as the roof of the garage was much higher, and was extremely concerned about bees. I heard their buzzing which was quite loud. In that top window at the peak the bees were nesting in huge clusters like giant rounded formations and were breaking their way into the house space. Soon they were buzzing toward us and the fear was they'd disrupt the party out back and also attack us. So we ran, with buzzing after us in the air, some suspeded and extremely large with their legs dangling down, bodies yellowish in color, and I ended in the backyard talking to my mother and a couple of her friends, all of whom were half way drunk. My mother always entertained with alcohol... mixed drinks. I was self conscious of my breasts for some reason and felt they could see through my blouse. The next scene, which changed quickly, I was in a bedroom with my husband trying on all kinds of bras. There were so many, of so many styles it was funny, now that I think of it. Lace ones, long lines, and ones I've never seen in real life with gadgets designed to pump air into the cups which after you pumped them, you would take the gadgetry off. I would try one on after another and the feeling was fun and frivolous with my husband watching in light interest with no actual choices... just watching. Then the dream changed to my exploring a bathroom which I felt was extremely haunted by evil forces. As soon as I entered the rather darkened room with a vinyl shower curtain and tub as the main feature, I sensed the evil. I knew I had to fight. Exhorting the name of Jesus, I said outloud with all my might, "in the name of Jesus Christ I demand you leave this room!" The force was fighting me. After my very loud and gut wrenching command, flames broke out on the tops of the faucets. I knew the entity was showing its power as a damp surface usually cannot support flames. I ran over and put the flames out with water and or a towel or my hands. It's foggy from there, but I think I shared about it with others who supported my effort and then my memory breaks up.
Odd!