Been napping all day. Woke at 2 after dreaming I was holding my dear sweet puss in my arms as he died. My heart hurts, even 2.5 years on. He was the nicest friend I ever had, that cat.
I dreamed of a friend that I've not seen for over 30 years, For the sake of this, let's call her Cathy.
Cathy was the first serious girlfriend of my best mate back in my late teens/early twenties. She was a lovely girl, great sense of humour, intelligent, a little naive, somewhat troubled by her parents divorce, good natured and fun to be around.
When my friend and her discovered sex together, it signaled the end of their relationship as Cathy found her sexual awakening blossoming and also found her sexual appetite to be quite insatiable.
Our relationship was purely platonic and we remained friends despite her and my best mate breaking up. In time she moved in with a guy that we (our group of friends) all considered a resounding loser, sleazy, dishonest, a drug taker and with a job going nowhere fast.
After 12 months of living together and isolating themselves from friends and family Cathy and her new partner moved to a sizeable town out west and I never heard from her again aside from some nasty gossip saying she was with a new partner, had had an abortion and had contracted a venereal disease.
She was one of those people I always had hoped that life would have treated well and in my dream she and I were in a cafe (present day - she looking her age) having a coffee and she was telling me all was well. Although she was now divorced she had a couple of (adult) children and seemed happy.
Whilst this wasn't a hyper realistic dream akin to some of those I've written of in the 'Dreaming of the Dead' thread, I did wake with a slight feeling that somehow she was trying to get in contact.
I may do some online sleuthing and see what I can find (though sometimes some things and some people are best left in the past).
It's been a while since I'd had a dream worth noting, until last night.
In the dream, my husband has arranged for us to view three houses for sale. This comes as rather a surprise to me, as I was not expecting to move at the moment. One of the houses was in our current neighborhood, on top of a hill three blocks away.
Now, this location does exist in real life, but the house in the dream was a product of pure fantasy. It was in a canyon of sorts, carved partly out of the canyon wall with the rest of the house built around the stone. It was an elaborate place, with three levels, many terraces, gardens, stained glass windows and all that.
I went alone to view this house. It was owned by a very friendly blonde lady and her very handsome husband (and I mean exceedingly handsome, to the point of being distracting). The lady was wearing a blue chambray shirt - this really stood out in the dream as if were meaningful for some reason. She showed me around all the levels of the house - the size of which was intimidating to me, but again, the lady was so nice, as if she were a long lost friend, and what's more, she kept talking as if it were a done deal that we would be buying the place.
This made me feel somewhat awkward as the house was priced out of our range ($300,000 in the dream, which is ridiculously low by real life standards, that house would be over a million at least!) but I didn't want to be rude and say so. She led me down some stone steps which were hewn out of the rock face into the lowest level, which appeared to be a chapel. It resembled pictures I've seen of the chapel at Durham castle in the UK. It was unclear why this couple had built this elaborate chapel, as they seemed to be more pagan than Christian, but I couldn't think of a polite way to ask about it.
When the tour was over, I told them we'd contact them about the sale very soon, and I knew we would, although I was quite confused about the whole thing.
Then I woke up.
This is all rather puzzling. The things that stand out are the three houses (being that I only saw one in the dream) the very specific location, the price of $300,000, the woman's blue chambray shirt, the exceedingly handsome man and the stone steps leading to the chapel.
I wonder what it means?
Made me think instantly of this:She led me down some stone steps which were hewn out of the rock face into the lowest level, which appeared to be a chapel. It resembled pictures I've seen of the chapel at Durham castle in the UK. It was unclear why this couple had built this elaborate chapel, as they seemed to be more pagan than Christian, but I couldn't think of a polite way to ask about it.
I would be very interested in your interpretation!That's a lot of weighty symbology there, OTT. Lucky you had your wellies on.
Dodgeball?I had a strange dream the other night. I was, for some reason, watching an American football game, in a stadium with Dolly Parton. The players did not wear helmets, and the opposition had to get the ball by punching the ball holder in the face.
Is this a new sport?
I dreamt that I weed all over the floor under my desk at work and although it was very loudly obvious what I was doing, no-one said anything. I also spilled red paint all over the work corridors but managed to clean it up easily, leaving no trace.
Odd.
Maybe your next love interest will be called Fyfyn?Just woke.
Was in a country pub. Young girl behind the bar smiled as she handed me my drink. I asked her name. She said "Fyfyn*. Listen, I can't see you. I'm involved ... and there's marijuana."
I was nonplussed but we chatted for a bit. Small talk over, drink down, I'm out the door. My belongings are in a carry bag. Rain comes pouring down. I'm only in socks. I try to put on a pair of flip flops but socks don't accommodate the split required at the big toe.
That's it.
*Fyfyn pronounced 'fie fin'.
Maybe your next love interest will be called Fyfyn?
Just woke.
Was in a country pub. Young girl behind the bar smiled as she handed me my drink. I asked her name. She said "Fyfyn*. Listen, I can't see you. I'm involved ... and there's marijuana."
I was nonplussed but we chatted for a bit. Small talk over, drink down, I'm out the door. My belongings are in a carry bag. Rain comes pouring down. I'm only in socks. I try to put on a pair of flip flops but socks don't accommodate the split required at the big toe.
That's it. .