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What dreams may come
Sun, Sep. 2nd, 2018 01:06 amI had a hard time falling asleep tonight--only a couple of hours ago. Here it is 1:00 AM. It's because of the dream I had.
A couple of years ago, I dreamed I went to a wedding with a fellow I was dating at the time. It was a country wedding held in a barn. BL was there. I didn't know anyone else. At the end of the party. envelopes were handed out to all the guests written, I think, by the mother of the bride with messages inside. My message said that she thought I was a lovely person and that she hoped she'd see me again. She wasn't crazy about the fellow I came to the wedding with, though, and she hoped I'd be careful.
I mention that because tonight I had two dreams.
In the first, I was in a flat in Paris. It was early in the 20th century. I was sharing the apartment with a little girl who was a medium and a teenage boy who was some kind of prodigy. In the dream, two researchers and their wives were in an adjoining suite and were there to prove that the apartment was haunted. I couldn't sleep. It seemed like my bed was getting shorter and shorter.And that's when some of the manifestations began: the covers of silver cosmetics containers began to open and close, a piece of my clothing folded on a bureau began to smolder and burn, and so on.
Then suddenly, I was at the aforementioned barn, about to attend another wedding. The fellow I'm scheduled to go on a date with tomorrow night (in real life) was there also. We were helping to set up the barn for the wedding. I didn't have clothes for the affair, so one of the women there began to measure me and to cut denim to fashion me clothes for a barn wedding. While she did that, others hammered things together, set up tents and so forth. My escort and I flirted sweetly with each other and I remember thinking he had a kind smile. After the wedding, I was given a stack of envelopes to distribute to the guests, letters written by the women in the bride's family. I started to give them out.
Suddenly, I found myself in the back of a limousine with the little girl from the first dream. She was getting sick. I remember thinking that I was annoyed about being put in the car with the sick kid; I was bound to get sick myself. I was flipping through the envelopes, wondering how I'd get them to each of the wedding attendees, since I was being driven home. I didn't even get to say goodbye to the fellow I'd attended the wedding with. I discovered two for BL, who wasn't in attendance, and three for me. The little girl got sick again and . . .
Then I woke up.
I have some ideas of what these dreams are about. I haven't had a dream recurrence in a very long time, so this was interesting, especially the variations on the original one. I wonder what was in the envelopes, who I would discover had written them and what they would say. I know that going back to sleep with the hope of reading them is pointless. That sort of thing never works.
Hope springs eternal though. Back to sleep for me.
A couple of years ago, I dreamed I went to a wedding with a fellow I was dating at the time. It was a country wedding held in a barn. BL was there. I didn't know anyone else. At the end of the party. envelopes were handed out to all the guests written, I think, by the mother of the bride with messages inside. My message said that she thought I was a lovely person and that she hoped she'd see me again. She wasn't crazy about the fellow I came to the wedding with, though, and she hoped I'd be careful.
I mention that because tonight I had two dreams.
In the first, I was in a flat in Paris. It was early in the 20th century. I was sharing the apartment with a little girl who was a medium and a teenage boy who was some kind of prodigy. In the dream, two researchers and their wives were in an adjoining suite and were there to prove that the apartment was haunted. I couldn't sleep. It seemed like my bed was getting shorter and shorter.And that's when some of the manifestations began: the covers of silver cosmetics containers began to open and close, a piece of my clothing folded on a bureau began to smolder and burn, and so on.
Then suddenly, I was at the aforementioned barn, about to attend another wedding. The fellow I'm scheduled to go on a date with tomorrow night (in real life) was there also. We were helping to set up the barn for the wedding. I didn't have clothes for the affair, so one of the women there began to measure me and to cut denim to fashion me clothes for a barn wedding. While she did that, others hammered things together, set up tents and so forth. My escort and I flirted sweetly with each other and I remember thinking he had a kind smile. After the wedding, I was given a stack of envelopes to distribute to the guests, letters written by the women in the bride's family. I started to give them out.
Suddenly, I found myself in the back of a limousine with the little girl from the first dream. She was getting sick. I remember thinking that I was annoyed about being put in the car with the sick kid; I was bound to get sick myself. I was flipping through the envelopes, wondering how I'd get them to each of the wedding attendees, since I was being driven home. I didn't even get to say goodbye to the fellow I'd attended the wedding with. I discovered two for BL, who wasn't in attendance, and three for me. The little girl got sick again and . . .
Then I woke up.
I have some ideas of what these dreams are about. I haven't had a dream recurrence in a very long time, so this was interesting, especially the variations on the original one. I wonder what was in the envelopes, who I would discover had written them and what they would say. I know that going back to sleep with the hope of reading them is pointless. That sort of thing never works.
Hope springs eternal though. Back to sleep for me.