The Church Upstairs, Carol Burnett Dream

I’m in a huge house, and getting ready to rent it out to a couple with some older boys.  The house used to have a small church upstairs.

While showing the family the house, one of the walls breaks apart, (due to the boys rough housing), and underneath the drywall/concrete is a beautifully ornate wall.  We can see upstairs through the top of the wall, and see several people in robes and gowns.  They are mostly older men with long hair and beards, but also a few women.  These people are in a room filled with huge shelves.  To the left of that room is a small room with an ornate chair and a table, and to the left of that room is a small chapel.  The older man with the long grey hair and beard comes down and asks for a pen.  Then, he goes back up to the upper level.

Also, I find that one of the doors is broken now, because the man of the family shoved his wife into the door.

I met Carol Burnett and told her about my story, and she thought it would make a great skit if we added the word adept throughout.  Afterwards, we walked around outside and I had to lock my purse and phone in the trunk of Carol’s car because someone was out stealing those at that moment.  Carol was in a purple jumpsuit.

Later, we got my purse and phone out of her car and went on our ways.

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My red suv, talent show, trying to find Ogden Ave dream

My daughter (who is little in my dream) and I are getting ready to my grandpa’s house in LaGrange Park IL to go to a talent show.  But first, she has to take a nap, and she has to have a special blanket.  After trying 3 or 4 blankets, we finally find the special one.  After her nap, we leave in a big red suv.

We get to this school or church auditorium where the talent show/play is being held.  A family is surprising their neighbor lady with a free ticket, and they are going to sing to her.  That lady is sitting right behind me.  It’s a big production, with dancing and singing, and she was really surprised.  Then, I noticed something strange.  The lady had fallen asleep and landed right smack up against my shoulders.  I was kind of stuck.

It took a while to wake her up, but when we finally did, after making sure she was ok, I high tailed it out of there, because we were now late.  (I had been stuck under the sleeping neighbor for over 30 minutes.) My daughter is in the car, and we almost back into a car (this suv we are in is HUGE). As we are driving down the street, I think to myself, if we can just get straight through to Ogden Ave, we’ll be good to go.

In the meantime, my daughter is wondering who’s little white lacy jacket she’s wearing, because there are what appear to be initials on the inside of the sleeve.  My response was that it likely used to belong to my aunt.

As we are driving across to Ogden Ave, the road changes, turning more into an alley type of roadway, and then just a dirt road.  We pass some railroad tracks, and I decide to stop and ask for directions. I ask this fellow by the tracks, who is either changing a tire, or doing something to the boat or camper hooked to his vehicle, “Hey, what happened to this street…it used to go through to Ogden Ave.”

Well, his response was less than direct.  I heard about his job out in Colorado, and how he lived in Davenport for a while, and that he knows where Spruce Hills Drive is, (which is in Bettendorf, Ia.), but couldn’t recall how to get to Ogden Ave.  So, I decided to just head the other direction on a main road that looked like it went straight through.

We ended up back at my Grandpas, with a favorite blanket, taking a nap.

Eating a Frito Dream

Last night, I dreamed I was introduced to a somewhat famous man.  Now, mind you…I have no clue who this man is in real life, and he may not even exist.  Everywhere I went, he was there.  He showed up at the grocery store in the check out aisle and paid for my groceries.  I was walking home from somewhere, and it was a very long walk.  He found me and offered me a ride.  When I said I’d rather walk, he called someone to get his vehicle and he walked with me.

During this dream I was with several people at a gathering and a dwelling exploded.  I believe it was an apartment building, because people were concerned of any possible residents still inside.  People started flocking into the building to look for anyone, and luckily nobody was around.  During all that commotion, this man showed up….holding a frito between his teeth.  “Come on”, he said…”Share my frito with me.”

Some children told me he was famous, and I said “I don’t know about all that, but I will tell you, if you find someone who wants to share their fritos with you, that’s a true friend, the real deal.  Famous or not….”

I can’t find my car on my last day of work dream.

I’ve had some really intensely disturbing dreams this week. Disturbing in the fact that I can’t figure out what in the name of Pete they were all about. (Whoever Pete is.)

Last night though…that was just plain weird.  I was visiting my niece, then someone found my coat at a bar, so I had to go and get it. From there I went to interview a pregnant woman who wanted to have her baby on a cruise ship.

Then I went to my parent’s old house to get my car for work. I got there, and it was 11:25 and I had to be to work by noon, but I could not find my car. In the midst of that, my mom had one of the great grandkids in the bathroom, and he pooped so bad she barfed.

I said “Just once, I’d like to be able to find the car I’m driving!” My dad asked me what was going on, and I said…”No matter what car I drive, it ends up missing, like someone moved it.” In this particular dream I was driving the Nova, which had been missing in real life since likely the 80’s. Dad said “Oh, someone finally found that? It’s got to run rough by now.” I said “Yup….I drove it here, and it’s a beast, but now I can’t find the damn thing and I have to be to work by noon.” By that time it was 11:45. So, Dad said “Well, luckily it only takes 10 minutes to walk to work from here.” Mom came outside after puking and said “Walk fast…don’t be late on your last day of work!”

My Monkees/Costumed Intruder/Lost Dog/Taco Dream

So, I dreamed I knew The Monkees, and they (as young fellas) got booked at a biker bar in the South by an agent. I had to tell them it was a biker bar, and although I know some bikers who like the Monkees, this was likely not that kind of group. Their Agent told them it was a much different venue. The mister said “You know the Monkees?” I said “Oh, sure, I used to talk to them on the phone all the time.” So, while I was getting ready to tell them the clientele was not young teenie bopper girls, I was distracted by something in my daughter’s old room. I went in to find someone running out in this costume….wearing a furry stuffed animal head, with some sort of pillow case attached to where you could not see the arms. This person took off out the door, so I went to find him/her. Only thing I found was some dogs running loose in another neighborhood. A collie, a greyhound and a spaniel. When I got home, my sister Trish was here with tacos and flowers to take to a cemetery. And we were out of mountain dew.

My high school, motorcycles, snake on the sidewalk, purse eating creature dream.

I dreamed I was at my old high school.  I was attending classes that I had already attended 40 years prior, so I thought to myself “Why am I reliving high school?  I have already done this, so I believe I will just go home.”

So, as I am leaving to go find the bus (because that is how we got around in high school),  I hear the rumble of motorcycles.  They were antique and unusual motorcycles, some with sidecars, and they were parading through the high school grounds.

I get to the corner where we used to catch the bus, only to find that the bus schedule had changed from 40 years prior, so I decide to walk home.  As I am walking, I notice someone is following me so I cross the street.  This person follows me all the way home.  It just so happens home, in this case, is the home I grew up in, which is a 45 minute walk from the high school.

On the way, in the old neighborhood, I come across a giant snake on a sidewalk.  I tell the girl following me to back off, because this snake is huge.  The snake comes toward me, and I grab a stick and sling it into the street where it meets an untimely fate underneath the wheels of a car.  Just as I think we are safe from the snake, this creature appears out of nowhere and firmly clamps down on my purse.  I reach inside the creature’s mouth and grab my purse.  When I do that, it shrivels up into what looks like a pile of leaves.

Finally, I make it to my childhood home, (which in real life no longer exists, and has been replaced by a Walgreens), and am thrilled to see it is still standing.  Inside the garage I find my brother, who is heading up a garage sale, and trying to adopt out a litter of puppies.

I did manage to lose the girl who was following me.

My shoes on the roof dream

Not long ago, I dreamed there were about 15 people squatting in the vacant house behind my back yard.  About 5 or 6 of those people were inside my yard, drinking beer and having a bonfire.  Of course, I promptly kicked them out of my yard.  They all retreated to the empty house, and were partying and dancing in the windows and were tearing down all the drapes.  They had thrown all their shoes on top of the roof.  And they kept jumping the fence to get back into my yard.  I immediately called the police, and the dispatcher said “Oh, I have never had a call like this before, so I will have to turn this over to the department that fills out paperwork…please hold.”