My horse without the warrior dream.

I dreamed last night that I was the leader of a group of warriors on horses.  Our fortress was in an old, abandoned building that was built into the side of a hill by the highway.

I had heard there was a problem in an area a few miles away, on the other side of the highway…that one of our most dangerous enemies had infiltrated said area and was was wreaking unimaginable havoc.  So, I sent our best warrior out to find out exactly what was happening .  Hours later, someone alerts me that his horse returned without him.  This causes immediate concern, because we know there was trouble.

I grab my long, black riding coat, get on my horse, and follow his horse to the area he had been.  The horse leads me to a place of business, and I make my entrance.  As I enter, I find a desk to the right of the main door, and a receptionist.  To the left of the main door are some stairs.  The receptionist asks if I need help, and I frankly tell her that I am looking for a member of my team who may have been in there in search of a known person of evil.  She asks me to step inside the doors behind her.  Inside those doors, are carpet sales people…trying to sell me carpet.  I explain to them I’m not there for carpet, but to find one of my missing warriors.

They asked for a description.  I told them he had light colored, spiked hair and was likely wearing a loincloth,  and had some swords strapped to his back.  They all told me that he had followed someone down to the dollar store inside the building, and that I should go check there.  They alerted me that the building was undergoing a lot of construction, and I may not want to wear my long, black coat during this trek.  I unloaded my “equipment” and left the coat on their coat rack, which was conveniently located next to the carpet store entrance.

As I walk through this building, I find it to be like a maze of twists and turns, with areas blocked off, and darkness throughout.  Finally, I arrive at the dollar store, which is also under construction.  A worker there told me they had sent my loin cloth clad warrior to the clothing store next to the ice cream shop across the parking lot to go get some clothes.  The worker went on to explain that he thought my warrior was simply a homeless person who made up a story about trying to find this person of evil.  The name of the store was RUE.  “RUE 21?”  I asked.  “No, just RUE” was his reply.

I raced out of that building, and found the ice cream store.  True to word, not far from that was a clothing store…and I entered.  Once again, I went through my story about my warrior clad in a loin cloth, and how his horse returned without him, so I knew something was amiss.  The staff advised me he had bought a suit, and then stated he was instructed to go to the grocers straight across the lot from the clothing store.  Something is definitely amiss here.  I realize I had forgotten my coat, and return for that and the horses.  I race back through the building to find that the worker in the dollar store is actually an enemy in disguise, so I take him as my prisoner.  He leads me to the grocers where the plan was to ambush and kidnap my warrior.  We find neither my warrior or the team of bad guys.  So, I take the prisoner back to our fortress, to find my warrior, in a suit, with the enemy team captured, and fresh groceries inside.

 

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My mutant superhero school dream.

I dreamed last night that I was attending a special school….for mutant superheroes. An announcement was made that they had found the “Viper” who would be arriving soon. Then, they brought in a panther, who was just a little bit pissed off because someone tried to trap it. Of course, I had to step outside because I thought something was amiss and needed to investigate. I believed this panther was indeed a ruse, sent in by the bad guys to infiltrate our school and wipe us out.
They had the panther taken to a special location. At that time, it was time to go home. The only problem was, I could not remember how to get “home” since I had just arrived to this town. So, myself and another gal are walking, and walking, and walking. We run across a young fella who is having a hard time maintaining his composure, and is fighting an urge to turn into something bad. We told him to go to his happy place. I then found a young man with wings, who had been accompanied by his two sisters, each one also being some type of bird. They had been hit by a car.
We continue on because I am trying to remember where I live. I have a key, and just start looking down streets. We came across some apartments and a boarding house. The lady wants to know if I need a room til the rain lets up. My plan is to just try my key in all the apartment doors until I find the right one. If unsuccessful, I will go rent a room.
At that point, I realize the other gal somehow has my id, and I need to get it back.

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.

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.