Here are the compiled Dreams Of March In the year 2K2
Below you will find the dreams from this month. For easier access I have decided to list them all on one page. Depending on how many dreams I had for the month this page might get kinda long. But the names of each dream should click you down to the dream.

I have no idea what I am posting or when...so if you see dreams on this page, just say thank you, read and enjoy.  One day I will catch up to myself.

The dreams to the left are In alpha order. They may or may not represent the total of remembered dreams from this month. The time it takes to scour notebooks will tell.

You can scroll down through all of the dreams, or select a dream from the list. When your done reading the dream Hit the Back To Top link to return to the list and select another dream.

By all means if you have any commentary on any of these dreams, don't hesitate to send me an e-mail about them. Be sure to get the dream month and name of the dream in the e-mail so I can reference your comments.

March12, 2002

The Dream:

My mother made an appearance in this dream set. That is a strong connection. It seems as if there were couples and people arguing of a sorts but nothing clear The gist was of miscommunications or even missed time tables - cycles of timing slightly off. Which actually could be quite appropriate for my life and directly related to the little incidents that were off on some of my travels during this period in Australia. There is another cool dream somewhere in my notes about the time travel stuff and I will put that somewhere when I find it.

Insights and Interpretations:

Well, this snippet tells me nothing of the dream at all...only that there were missed time tables and people arguing. Very irritating that I didn't include more. And, the only translation I could get from it is literal. Which, just so people who visit here know...I think alot of the world is out of sync at the moment and many people are feeling this missed time schedules as well, and personally I believe that is why we seem to be having more disruptions than usual because it is the universes way of getting things back in sync when they get way out of balance. That is a mzchaos insight for you all.

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March 2, 2002

I am flying on the back of a whale, actually...it feels more like I am hanging off its lip because at one point I think I kiss it, like in gratitude and I think it is its lip and I am wondering how I am hanging on here and not slipping off of this wondrous beast. There are two other people on this whale with me. We are flying over this pool where I see a dolphin that I think is trapped in the pool by an ice flow but then I see the dolphin from my mid air flight back its way out of the pool and down the gully away from what I thought was ice to freedom. I am relieved because for a moment I thought I would have to stop and save it.

There is a piece where I am talking to a group of people and John Mosier is there. We used to work together. The conversation is about how I used to make inappropriate jokes to John and he would blush from embarrassment. He seems to be blushing now, I am not saying anything because I am reflecting on how much younger I was then than now and that it was the immaturity of my youth that was really at fault. I would never behave that way now. Then the group asks me why I haven't said anything and rather than defend myself I simply shrug my shoulders and say nothing.

Insights and Interpretations:

The interesting thing to me here is that the whale can mean history, as in world history, or in this case possibly even personal history. Mythology claims that whales and even sometimes dolphins are the keepers of history of the world. Since I am holding onto this whale with two others, one male and one female...I take this to mean that they could be people that I have once had a history with...and I just picked up two new clients that I clicked with very well. In relationship to this, we looked at properties that were not in their range and had to regroup to find new properties that will be in their range which could be the indication of seeing ice and thinking that we are trapped but every thing opening up and working out fine.

The other reference to my past might just be a benchmark to let me know I have come a long way in my maturity in dealing with issues in my life and this dream portion was a way to acknowledge this and tell me to appreciate and honor that knowledge. ----- Back To Top

March 3, 2002

I am at some kind of carnival area and am buying perhaps coffee or some other type of thing at a kiosk. They tell me that I have to put my purse someplace (like it is a ride that the purse can not go on) so they take it and stash it under the kiosk. When I am paying for my stuff I realize I am short, so I tell them I need my purse and it is not there. Somebody covers me. And I start looking around, you know that desperate kind of I have to find this and if you will give me 5 minutes, I will tell God and the whole world why. I find my keys. I am so relieved to find them - two sets, one to my car and one to my office. And mentally I am searching my mind trying to figure out what else was in there that I could be missing. Then I start telling people my entire paycheck was in my purse over $500 and I had just cashed my check so it was all in cash. I am pretty upset. And after a long period of whining and bitching and trying to figure out what to do, I have organized a search party for my purse and as I walk out the front door I look down, to adjust myself and realize my purse is hanging on my right shoulder. I am like, how long has my purse been here?

Sorry I have to laugh at that one. There were more pieces, flying around the interstate and jogging, or more like out jogging someone. But it is all vague, and I am not a jogger in real life so who knows what that is.

Insights and Interpretations:

Well, I can tell you that later in the year, I end up running alot...so this might be a theme I will have to clarify alot of in the future.  It boggles my mind that I am searching frantically for this purse and it is on my person the entire time.  To the point of ridiculous one would think.  So, I don't know, perhaps it is telling me that my money is closer than I think it is.  I seem to be overly concerned about the money, but more important is the keys, and trust me I have lost a purse before and the most important part is the photos that you can not replace ever!  and it doesn't even mention that aspect. ----- Back To Top

March 10, 2002

Insights and Interpretations:

Isn't that just adorable.  Ok, I like kids and all but I am beyond licking the hair off their butt, if you know what I mean.   I think this is a pre-cursor to my Aussie travels which occurred in the month of April but the odd thing here is that I can't have children, and don't have children and this almost makes me wonder if I won't be adopting someone else's child at some time in the future.  That would be a really, really, big deal to me since I have a tendency to simply stay away from them all together since I don't need any maternal instincts kicking in on something I have no control over and I would hate to become attached to a child and then have them abruptly removed from my life...which could happen if the child belonged to other parents.  For the cuteness of the story - it was worth the dream.  I hope it isn't a precursor for me in any other area than seeing them in Australia. ----- Back To Top

March 13, 2002

I am walking through a house that is obviously for sale. At first, when I go in, I think the house is really cool. I am showing the home to Randy, Chani, Penny and Greg and Andy. I don't know if there are others or not. The property is located way out in the boonies and it actually has a covered walk down to the private boat dock on the water. It doesn't sit on the main body of water but on a small inlet, with water deep enough to put a boat on.

So we are walking through this house, and at first like I said, I thought it was really cool but the more I looked around I started to notice little inconsistencies. For one, the ceiling in parts of the house were really low as if they had converted the space from something else and had to drop in a ceiling to make it look nice - but in doing so, actually took some of the height of the room away. So as you would walk out of one room with a normal ceiling...into another with a low ceiling...it was very noticeable. The bedroom had a low ceiling for instance, and I am looking at Randy and Greg who are tall guys and thinking, they would have to hunch over to move around in the bedroom and what a drag that would be.

There is a part where I am attracted to the spiders in the cobwebs of the corner. In this particular set, the web is in the lower corner of a hall way, just outside the bedroom door. This is a strange looking spider. Has the normal appendages except the legs are flat, not spindly...flat like petals on certain types of flowers, like a daisy. In fact, it might have only had 5 legs - looking more like a flower than a spider, except I knew it was a spider. I was blowing at it in the web to get it to move, because it was kind of freaking me out with the way it looked. A part of me thought it might be able to fly with these strange legs, so even as I blew at it, I was aware that I might upset it and it might come flying off the web at me. (interesting metaphor) I remember seeing more than one of these spiders and that Chantal and Keirnan did not seem to be concerned about them at all.

In one piece of the house, it was three stories high and the ground level had a studio for musicians, which was one feature that was really cool. Because I thought Greg could practice in this section and get really good acoustics. Also, the other layers would have afforded places for people to hang out and still hear the band, kind of like a balcony area on two floors. There were also many hidden stairs and rooms that were unique, which was another cool aspect. Hence the switching between cool house - not so cool house. It seemed to flip plop several times. Ooooh this is cool to ew, not so cool.

A little piece toward the end was at a slot machine and I wasn't exactly playing, more so looking for dropped change. I saw a quarter and I went to pick it up but there were also nickels and some dimes and it seemed the more I picked up, the more I noticed more change on the ground. I was trying to stuff it in pockets and stuff, like usual.

There is some other vagary here - all I get is circus tents, guys on motorcycles (hell's angels types), and dancers (like strippers) of some type. Clowns feel familiar, but very distant.

Insights and Interpretations:

Uh, huh, I would say that my unconscious playground is changing and that sometimes it is kind of cool and then sometimes it is kind of not so cool.  What I mention in here about blowing on the spider and being afraid it will leap off the web at me...well, spiders can represent the life path, like a fate line that you are on, and by blowing on it - it could go two ways, one - you might be disturbing the web, or two - you might be feeding the web, i.e., giving it energy or something of that nature.  There is an inherit fear that it will stimulate the spider to action.  Which actually sounds like most people I know - hurry up and change your life - but, oh crap, wait until I am ready.  It is a cool metaphor though. ----- Back To Top

March 17, 2002

First piece, I am in a small room, seated with my feet up. The walls are lined with books much like a library except the room is so small it seems more like an office. A guy comes into the office, he had just gotten out of the shower, his hair is wet and he is standing in his boxer shorts. I don't think anything of it as I am sitting in a t-shirt with panties and think that this is quite proper attire for lounging around the home. As I am having a conversation with this guy I look over and realize he is stark naked - I get a full frontal view - I don't want to look like this shocks me in any way. I finish my sentence and look back to the work I was involved in. The whole time I am thinking, when did his boxers come of - and, oh my god - be normal. So, he continues to talk and walk around this small area buck naked, picking up things and putting them down and totally ignoring the fact that he is naked...I on the other hand pretend like I don't even notice that this might be a bit odd.

Later, I am headed toward a center of town...like a government building. It is more of a tourist thing because people go there specifically for the vortex of wind (wind tunnel, wind vortex). As I approach this area that looks like a modern day Parthenon, I realize that all avenues of the city meet here in the center of this area and what it does is creates this powerful vacuum that literally sucks the wind straight into the middle of the city and out the top of it. I approach and am wearing a white dress neck to knee and the closer I get the wilder my dress is flying around. I keep holding my skirt down when I realize that people are talking to me, criticizing me for my hesitation in entering the vortex. They are telling me if I have nothing to hide then there is no reason I shouldn't enter the wind tunnels. I am thinking to myself that my skirt is going to blow up around my neck, literally the wind is so strong I can sense that it will nearly blow the dress off of me. I am thinking to myself that normally I don't wear underwear and to walk into this vortex could leave me in quite an embarrassing situation. However today I am wearing a pair of white men's boxers and a white men's tank top, so if my skirt goes flying up around my neck - well what is the big deal it is not as if I am naked beneath my dress. So I enter the vortex and the wind is fierce and I walk through with other people and proceed out the other side. That is really all that happens - seems kind of insignificant after all the debating involved on whether I should even enter the vortex.

Insights and Interpretations:

This was a really cool dream!  And, yes it does seem kind of insignificant after all the stress about whether or not I am going to expose myself.  Oddly enough, the first section is along the same lines, even though the person in the dream piece was a real person and in some ways I feel like we both exposed alot more of ourselves than we intended, or actually, even than we knew we were at the time.  Like in retrospect, I think I saw alot of him, that I wasn't necessarily supposed to see and also that we both showed alot of ourselves in ways we didn't know we were showing...I think I just said that twice and it was no clearer the second time than the first time.  Anyway, the details I do get are that the books - which can sometimes represent either the spoken word (which the wind does as well), but books also contain history.  In this instance, it could be past history, this lifetime or a different one.  I don't get too much of anything else, except that I am concerned about exposing too much of myself...so maybe I didn't share as much as I thought I might have. ----- Back To Top

March 20, 2002

I am on north 69 and for some reason there is a group of us trying to walk across the highway but the traffic is too dense and moving too fast. We have gotten to the middle section of the highway but are unable to get the rest of the way across. Suddenly, there comes a group of cowboys on horseback and I ask one of them if they can give us a ride across the highway. They stop and pick us up and we are supposed to go to our cars which are at the fishers exit but for some reason we end up in a parking lot at the pyramids. I am now in a car and am spying on someone who is in a church type of structure. I am sneaking around the parking lot, driving, trying to stay hidden while I spy on this person. I have no idea who they are or why I am sneaking on them. I remember one part where the guys are bitching because they are waiting for us at the cars in fishers and we are at the pyramids miles away from them.

Insights and Interpretations:

This is funny but the only thing I can think of in reference to the cowboys is that in a sense, it is like a prince charging in to rescue you.  It is all another historical reference here, mentioning the pyramids, and in the dream before this there was the Athens reference.  I don't know maybe I am expecting someone to rescue me from something - hardly seems probably, and yet!?!   But here we are with a religious (spiritual in my language) reference and me sneaking around this parking lot spying on them.  Why?  That makes no sense to me, except maybe if the spying takes place on a different realm, meaning I am gaining insight into another persons life though dream messages or something, which actually kind of does happen later in the year.  And it does make me uncomfortable - so perhaps this was just a hint that things were coming in differently.  I wonder exactly what it is that I am supposed to be getting rescued from though, the highway doesn't represent much for me at all, other than the usual, life path sort of thing - on a busy highway, or maybe alot of people are traversing this path and it gets kind of hectic at times.   Maybe the cowboy thing is just referring to my angels - that they are hanging out - or charging it and watching over my life. ----- Back To Top

March 20, 2002

This was a sweet dream although I am not sure any of it will translate by pen and paper.

The gist is that I am pregnant. The father doesn't know - and I bounce in and out of me as if I am the character and at times I am not. There is another girl who has been drinking alot of orange juice and she is very pregnant. The story there is that she got pregnant by a married man at the office but didn't want to create waves (at points I think he must be dead but then it repairs itself in the dream and he is not dead). Anyway she doesn't want to make waves with his wife and something happened to the man that might have entitled him to sue but he never did...so this woman was suing on behalf of his unborn child - she has lost thus far but over the course of her pregnancy the grocery store (or chain like store) she works for has become very supportive and she tells me she has eaten / drank over 10 billion dollars in food (she is pregnant you know) from this store. So we get a flash to the father of her child who was fired from his job and is now confessing all his sins in a place like the French Rivera to his wife on a little bench. He is crying, his wife is crying but you can tell she is forgiving him. Her family supports them with a new opportunity in the wine business and she owns a barge and they are shooting a commercial where the husband keeps saying "you own a barge?". Two of his buddies and him are sitting at a table that looks like a galley in a ship with his wife. The wife looks perfect and like she comes from money, the guys all look scruffy and rough. The commercial gist is that the husband realizes the wife has a barge and they can ship wine from Italy where she is from on this barge to the US and suddenly the wife starts talking in Italian and the rest of the commercial is finished in Italian which I don't understand at all.

So back to me being pregnant - yes, still here. The father of my child suddenly knows he is the father but no one else does. There is a piece where I am using the laundry racks outside to hang up side down and do sit ups (pregnant?). Then I go and start jumping around on a trampoline. There is a discussion of what I shall name my child and I comment that I like the name Thomas but that certain people will think the child is named for them if I use Thomas. Oddly enough, this is when I realize that the father here in the dream is Tom Cruise and he knows that I mean him and in essence am distracting the masses away from thinking it is him by using his name. Very effectively - he is teasing me about exercising up side down on the laundry racks. They are like monkey bars but rope like structures.

New section. I am very close to someone and we have been traveling back roads in the country. We are in a field and I hear this hissing sort of like a cats hiss and I look and the tail is more like a rat or an opossum. But the animal really looks more like a regular field mouse. I think nothing of it and the mouse runs off. The guy I am close to is standing several yards away from me as if he has moved on and is waiting for me to catch up. When out of the blue, he notices a pain or itch, something minor but we think he has been bitten so logic directs us to the mouse which is long gone. I fear for his life, really. There is a revival tent set up with a healer who seems alot like "Ms. Cleo" and I have gone there to pray for this guy because I am afraid that we will not find the mouse and be able to test it and find a cure before he dies. Weirdly enough, the man takes on qualities of the father of my child (unborn) in the prior sections but not the Tom Cruise portion - more like a morphing of qualities. The man in this sections is much more soft and gentle with me. Kind. He is sweet. When he touches me in the dream it is a soft otherworldly quality showing a concern for my distress that I might be loosing him because my heart is strongly connected to him. To loose him would be a big loss and it is as if he understands this. We part ways for some reason but I get the feel that he will be ok, survive, and there will come another day for both of us.

Insights and Interpretations:

This dream feels like it is saying that I was about to embark on some BIG deal but it has been delayed.  It has a sadness to it that makes me question what I really missed out on, but gives me hope that I will get to find out at a later date.  The odd overlaps to my real life is that I was helping a client who has an Italian background, at least his name is and the whole commercial thing being in Italian and what I was helping the client with was designing Radio commercials.   Interesting to note as well, is that Ms. Cleo is from the Florida region - or at least she is having issues with that state, and he is from Florida - at least most recently.  Very weird connection, but then I had other weird connections to this guy in real life with the overlapping of some of our interests and jobs.  Oh, yeah and the commercial I was helping him on was a wine commercial for a local wine distributor - hahaha!  Too funny.  Well, now, in July...I haven't been helping him with the commercials, but maybe this dream is saying that later I will get to help again.   That would be nice because I kind of enjoyed doing it.  Alot!  And, I don't see him much anymore and I kind of miss him.  Alot!  And, we did have a kind of otherworldly connection - isn't that odd? ----- Back To Top

Sacred Tree

March 22, 2002

There is a huge tree which the only piece left is a burnt out trunk, the base of which is about 5-7 feet in diameter. It is obvious that many fires have been lit upon it and I am curious as to why. As I approach I see the remnants of termites, small white ant like creatures and realize that the termites took this tree down. Then I notice that there have been candles left behind in the huge trunk and since the tree has been downed, people have come and burned candles in the trunk as a kind of homage to the tree and what it once stood tall for. It has a mystical quality to the area as if it is sacred ground and the candle burning has special meaning. I remember picking up a candle that was half burnt (I think it was purple or maroon) and lighting it before setting it back into the tree and walking away.

Small Snippet. My sisters, Linda and Tanya, and I - Andy and Sandra and her husband are on this truck - like a big garbage truck, only I don't think it is actually hauling garbage. It starts driving and we are on top of it. Linda tells us we have to get off and she pulls some sort of Rambo jump off the side of the truck, rolling on her left shoulder - ew, it looked painful. When she comes up, she is holding her shoulder and it has a big red patch of skin where it has been scraped from her shoulder. She is beckoning to us to follow suit. The truck was doing about 80mph. We are all like - bull pucky, we aren't doing that...just about then, the truck takes a curve and slows to about 30mph at which point we all jump off safely and land on this grassy knoll area. Very weird.

Insights and Interpretations:

Yeah, very weird.  The tree seems to be very special.  The symbology of just the trunk remaining, would lead me to believe that whatever has happened to the tree the foundation it was built on was left behind as a living monument.  I like the metaphor there.  Purple is related to the chakra on the head which is spiritual in nature as well.  Course the fire in itself could be an example of that and possibly even of passion, left to burn out of control.  Sometimes I interpret my dreams by feel.  And there is a sadness to the loss of the tree but also an honoring of what that tree represented.  As far as the garbage truck goes, it could be that I am weeding through some past outdated concepts and leaping from that vehicle so I don't have to deal with it anymore.  Seems like alot of us are leaving that garbage behind.  It is nice to know that people I care about are traversing the same similar pathways in their life and reconciling whatever that garbage was supposed to represent.  My family and some of my closest confidants.  That feels good! ----- Back To Top

March 21, 2002

My client is returning home to pick up his things and he asks me to take care of his children. I am like ok. So he brings them in, he obviously had alternative plans for them that fell through. The last thing he tells me is here is his cell phone and not to worry about any calls unless it comes from his dentist in Florida - in which case, I should answer it and let them know thanks alot for getting his bill cleared up - kind of sarcastically. Meaning he got it cleared but they didn't help much with it. He leaves and his kids come in. The girl is about 16 and has a serious attitude, she all flops down and gives me this attitude like - I'm not her mom so don't even try to pull any mom stuff on her. I am like - chill out - the last thing I would want to be is your mother. This seems to throw her off guard and she immediately changes her pace and seems to like me. There is also a small boy of about 2 years old. I immediately realize he needs his diaper changed. The girl is like, oh there are diapers in the diaper bag...and I am thinking - great just what I always wanted - to change poopy diapers. Well, about this time Tanya steps in (my sister) and she kind of takes over and between the two of us we change this boys diaper. Then I walk into the living room and see these two girls about 18-19 years of age, drinking and smoking and I realize that my client had originally left his kids with these two girls then realized what a bad influence (how irresponsible) they were and since he didn't know how to get rid of them without being obvious, he just brought the whole group to my house. The teenagers think they are kind of cool because they don't listen to adults. Well, I am thinking that I only agreed to take on my clients kids so I tell the girls that they need to get themselves together because it is about time for me to have the other kids go to bed so the older girls need to think about getting themselves home. They are a little surprised at my direct approach but since I didn't mince any words, they kind of pick up their stuff and leave.

Insights and Interpretations:

I don't know really what this is about, except that I have had more dreams to date (July) that make reference to me taking care of the children.  The kids are always different ages, so I can't even pin point who they are in real life and try to make a connection.  This client doesn't have a son 2 years of age, and his daughter is no where near 16 - so that doesn't help.  My sister is helping and that is good, but what I just realized lately is that she seems to represent things in my life that have a material connection to them - meaning, money mostly.  A part of me wants to say that these kids I am dreaming about are me, and different aspects of other people I know, and their child like parts - or history.   That seems real clear in later dreams but in this one, it isn't so clear so I am not sure if it is representing an aspect of myself or not.  I don't seem to want my own interference and yet, there seems to be a healthy response and respect for it after I say I don't want to mother it. ----- Back To Top

March 21. 2002

This was a very disturbing dream for me which I will explain near the end.

There is a meal taking place. I believe J.D. and Beth Willman are at a two top as I pass by. J.D. says, do we need to drag more tables together to which I reply, only if you want me to sit with you. I go to get my food, all I can remember is corn on the cob and baked potatoes. Someone has eaten half of the corn off the cob. But this doesn't seem to bother me much as we are all "family" it seems. There doesn't appear to be any coffee even though there are 2 coffee pots. I set my plate down somewhere and make a pot of coffee and am waiting for it to brew. I notice the food seems to be disappearing pretty fast - the group at my table has grown to perhaps 8 people. I start getting concerned about where I left my plate. In the back of my mind, I figure it is no big deal if the food is gone but another part of me acknowledges that corn on the cob and baked potatoes are my favorite. I start asking around to see if people have seen my plate - and one of the girls at the table answers that she did and ate my food. So I direct the question to my mother (who I hadn't even seen before) and asked if we have any more corn and potatoes? And, she is all like - fresh out. Well, for some reason I react to this very poorly. Extremely sarcastic like thats ok, I guess I can survive on eating nothing - go ahead, help yourselves which I think kind of embarrasses most of the people there and makes them uncomfortable. I feel kind of stupid - and am thinking - didn't I just think a few minutes ago that If my food was gone it would be ok? It is weird but it is as if this bitchiness took hold of me and I couldn't shake it off in the dream even when I knew I was being a bitch about it. It was like participating and watching at the same time. And, I am an ass. For some reason my mom and I really get into it saying things that are stupid and make no sense - she is riding me about rent and I am bitching about my privacy (in real life - I don't think I ever paid my mother rent - nor did we ever have a dumb argument with no beginning and no end to it). Well, the next thing I know I am packing my bags - I can find a better place to live (I think I am going to move in with Carl - but he doesn't know it yet - hahahaha, he will be thrilled). My mother was bitching about my rent and I realize I have about $230 in my account that I can give her because I want to walk away clean. (Even if it means waking away with nothing in my pocket). Even though I am angry, and stubbornly reacting to the situation, I am also very hurt by the twist of events. As I pack, I am in the closet and Samantha is on the phone in the hall and she just walks into my room talking - for privacy. Well, I think she is being pretty rude just entering my room - I also think she is on a cell phone and did it for privacy and she actually has the nerve to shut my closet door on me because I am making noise as I pack. Well, needless to say, I run her out of my room. Somehow my room is connected to my old high school in logistics and metaphor here. I go in search of my guidance counselor even though I realize I have been out of HS for a couple of years, I figure she will still speak to me. Then I start to think, well how long have I been out of HS, 2-3-4 years and the further off it gets the more I realize that I have been out of HS for years and there is no way I can go talk to this guidance counselor. I can't go there because I no longer belong to the group of individuals, set of students, that she would have been dealing with. I am very frustrated and sort of distressed at the understanding that I have to move on but am going to get very little guidance in my new direction.

Insights and Interpretations:

What distresses me most about this dream is the discord with which I react to my mother. She pops into my dreams all the time but I can't remember a time when we did not have a loving relationship neither before she died nor after so for this to manifest in a dream is disturbing to me. What it says is that something that is very comfortable and close to my heart is essentially going to come under attack. Then to take it further, I realize that I can not even seek guidance in the usual places because I no longer fit in with my peers and that is a bit of a distressing message as well. I already know that my life is beginning to move in a direction that will be totally new and unfamiliar to anything I have experienced in the past but in the back of your mind you always think you can return to the familiar and what this dream is telling me is that I am reaching a point where turning to the familiar will not only not serve me but might be quite impossible to do. 

I wrote that piece when I dreamed the dream.   Now several months later, I have actually experienced some of the distress that was hidden in the dream - in nearly the same manner.  Another insight I have been given is that when my mother appears to me in the dreams she is representing a spiritual part of myself and she is telling me that she has nothing for me to eat.  My whole bitchiness is something that I have had to contend with over the summer months, and God I hope nobody else is feeling it, because inside...I sure do.  And, the venturing out with no support group is kind of coming this way as well.  Maybe that is why I am bitchy, because I don't have anybody I can talk to about some of this stuff.  I do talk to Carl though and he does clarify for me on alot of topics but I think what I have been experiencing this year is different and new from what even my spiritual advisors have ever consciously experienced.  Speaking of which, I find myself in a place where I am having to get in other peoples faces and ask them to take a look at what their motives are for their actions - alot lately.  It started last summer but it seems to have escalated...and for some reason, I am not mincing words when I ask them what is really going on in their head.  That seems a bit harsh for me but maybe people need to hear it!  I know I could sure use a kick in the pants every now and then, but nobody is ever quite that honest with me - are they? ----- Back To Top

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