Morpheus' Playground

phots, celebs and football games

2005-01-17T16:24:00.000-08:00

All this was preceeded by some erotica that I wont go into or post here ~blush~ but was quite the fun and interesting dream. *giggle*

Our good friends, A, C, C and D were at our house. You know, the typical dream where you know that is where you live but its nothing like what your real house is. I dont remember much about it other than it was brick like our old home in CO. The interior though remided me of an apartment we used to live in in CO when I was pregnant with Tyler. K kept talking about how there was going to be this college football game played. And a parade for it. All out at the back of our house. The back of the house butted up to an alley like our current house. but right UP to the alley. We didnt really have a back yard at all. Just a bit of wide sidewalk that wrapped around the building; a place to walk instead of in the alleyway. Adjacent to the alleyway was a large field. There were yellow lines marking symbols and things on it, suposedly for the football players, though it didnt look like normal football field markings. they were more like odd half pentagon shapes with the bottom leveld out an dnumbers in them, not spaced out properly to really be denoting field possition, but anyway, that all wasnt really important to the dream, i just remember it being like that. K mentioned that he never did get tickets for the game, but that he thought the parade would be free. He also mentioned how since we lived right by that field that it would be a crime to HAVE to pay for tickets when we could just watch from our back yard (aka sidewalk by the alley :P) D said he had no problems with that, and if the cops came, that they could have thier checkbooks handy to fork out ticket money. :P C said something about how he couldnt ever understand americans and their love of football. He, A, C and I all grabbed our cameras (we all had digitals) to take photgraphs of the parade. We left D and K at the sidewalk to watch the game and we mingled around photographing people and th ings. We found a few celebrities and took a bunch of black and whites. Lets see if I can really recall some of them. I know there were more than I remembered. Eddie Murphy was one I got. CR got one of Elle Mcphearson (he was quite pleased and couldnt stop looking at the preview in his LCD) CB got one of Alan Alda and A got one of Lauren Hutton and her daughter. Does she have a daughter? I dunno. In the dream she had a georgous 4 year old little girl who posed quite nicely for many pics that A took. We did get some others as well, but I dont remember of who. We also got alot of the marching bands and horses. There were alot of horses in the parade. Most ridden, some just walking alone, some being led as they walked.

And thats about it. I attribute the camera stuff being as I just got my new one and have been antsy to take pics with it. Other than that, I dont know if this dream really was chalk full of symbolism or not. I get the feeling not, but hey at least I remembered what I have dreamed for once lately! Ive either not been remembering, or remebering for too short a time (ie cant get the time to get to the puter to record it til later, and when later comes its gone) or they have been highly disturbing ones i dont want to think about...so hopefully that will all change and I can get some more dreams recorded in here.

Owl Cat

2004-11-16T13:12:00.000-08:00

The house was dark, it was night and everything had this errie dark blueish sort of glow. Aunt Betty was staying with us and was sleeping in the recliner in the living room. We had a sliding glass door in place of the windows, and she had opened up the door. It was cold out, and there was snow on the ground, and the wind was blowing the cold air through the house. I had gotten up to go and check on things. Betty was standing by the open door, and when she saw me coming, she pointed outside. There was this large, white bird flying around in the yard. It seemed to glow. At first, I thought it was a dove. It flew in the open window and perched on top of the curtain rod. When we looked closer, we could see that it was a white snow owl. It sat there cooing at us, its eyes wide and turning and tilting its head. I remember talking to it softly and it morphed into a greyish tabby cat, yet retained alot of its birdlike feathers and features. IT began talking to ME and talking about how it wanted a bite of the peanut butter covered toast that I had in my hand. I didnt even realize I had this half eaten piece of food in my hand. The owl-cat slowly walked down the side of the curtain, and when it got in front of me, it extended out its claws and reached out to take the food. As it reached out its talon-claws, it pressed down really hard on my hand and hurt me and drew blood. It pulled the toast up into its mouth and when I cried out, it looked at me in horror and said it was sorry, it didnt mean to hurt me. It reached down and un VELCROED its claws and handed them to me. It then morphed fully back into the owl and flew back up to the top of the curtain rod.

The dream then changed to something involving me and Tyler and a vampire, but I dont remember much of that part. Other than that has been happening alot lately. Either Tyler waking up with vampire nightmares or me dreaming of some problematic ones.

Ghosts and the afterlife and such

2004-10-31T09:34:00.000-08:00

There was alot to this dream, so much detail. Lets see how much of it I can remember as I couldnt get to the computer straight away upon awaking.

I was in New Orleans with Fish and Liesey. They were doing all kinds of road work construction, predominatly on these weird little island dividers (of which there really ARENT in the quarter, but this is dream world lol) They had people that had instrumentation to help the pedestrians navigate the mess, how to cross the street and when and which corner you were supposed to go to because it changed frequently.

Some friends of the Fish came down from out of state to visit us. They were two beautiful african american woman. One older, one younger. I am not sure if they were mother -- daughter or just friends themselves. I actually prolly DO know but alot of the finite detail has left me.

We all went down to teach the two friends how to cross the streets in New Orleans. It was particularly busy that day, and their was only one lady with instrumentation available to help out this entiere crowd. She was already busy with one group that was up close and personal with her; witnin her range. Everyone else, she I think assumed were locals and she would just point to the conrner and wave while she explained more of the details of things to her one little group out of the whole. Well something changed with the lights and the corners and the group that had instrumentation was able to make a direct corner to corner move while Me, Fish, L and our two friends (wish I could remember their names) were waved over towards the center island. They were doing construction on that island, opening it up to an underground area below. the very middle of the island was crawling with construction workers and weird metal plating that they kept opening and closing over the island like a lid to a box. Fish explained to our out of towners that it wasnt that bad, and took over the describing of what the instrumentation did and why and instructed all of us to cross where we had been told to and to try and steer clear of the metal part of the island. He mentioned that the construction workers knew we were coming anyway and that even if we couldnt avoid the center of the island, things would be just fine, otherwise we wouldnt have been instructed to head this direction at that time.

Fish, L and I made it across. So did the eldest of our two friends. The younger one however, was headed straight for the center of the island. the metal mouth opened up and she fell in. The construction workers watched as she fell to report how she did. One said that it shouldnt be a big deal, he pointed to just below my hip and said that the trench was only as deep as that point on my leg. But then another grimaced and said "that didnt look good" and the elder of the two friends began to cry and scream. The other one had fallen on her neck and snapped it in two and died instantly.

Fish led us all back to the house. Come to think of it, I believe I lived there with them. No, I know I did. I had my own room and stuff. The house, like the one -I- live in currently, had an older part and a newer part that had been renovated. The fish had all sorts of artwork he had done up on the walls of his small room. Ls room was a beautiful stark white wood panneling, in the older section of the house, and was quite large. My bed was kind of in the living room/atrium part of the house. It was long, L shaped and had a fireplace on one end and 3/4 of the enitre other side was floor to ceiling windows that curved up and over and partway onto the roof. 1/4 of the wall was mirrored to match the old panneling in the older sections of the house. You could see a strangeness to the wood in that area. Like it didnt get painted right or something. Kinda streaky....its hard to explain but its the best I can do at the moment.

L, Fish and I spent alot of time in Fish's room. The surviving friend had a cot that she was sleeping on in his room. I was sitting on the foot of Fish's bed and staring at one of his works of art when all of a sudden, the whole thing fuzzed over, turned blue and out popped the head of the deceased friend who smiled and winked at me. I asked everyone else if they could see it. L was busy comforting the other lady (lets just call her Z now, its easier and hopefully be less confusing) and Z was crying to hard to hear what I said. Fish made some comment about how it was just his art and it wasnt any good. I told him to look harder. He just looked at me funny.

From that point on I saw that ghost everywhere I went. As time when on her form became stronger and wasnt just in things like artwork or the tv or photographs or the walls, but standing out in front of me, solid. and able to talk. She talked about how her death was instantaneous and she felt no pain. How there wasnt a tunnel but just one moment she was on earth, and the next she was up in heaven. she appologised for being gone for so long, that God had her take a three year test. One that she failed. She missed ONE question. Her punishment was to be stuck on the earth for three years in her ghostly form and that it had to be some sort of fluke that I could see and hear her because it was ment to be a time of solitude and reflection. To be amongst the mortals but unable to communicate and be seen. Just more so of an observation period...and isolation. Now she said that she was gone for three years, but she was only gone a day. It was the day after her death that she appeared. She laughed and mentioned how time was different in heaven than it is on earth. She said how important it is to know your life inside and out because you will be graded on it. that you need to know your heart and all your reasons why on all the things you believe in or stand for. she told me what her incorrect answer on her test was that got her sent back to earth but shoot if it hasnt left me what that question and answer was. She also said that God has a sence of humor and that some of the questions were just for fun and quite rediculous such as: "Could there be a dog barking somewhere in the world right now?"

Once she was more solid she split her time between my room and the Fish's. she pointed out the weirdness of the wall in my room. Said that it was water damage and that the wall was rotting from the inside out. That when the construction workers made that addition onto the house that the wired the plumbing wrong in that wall and that if we didnt hurry up and hire somone to come out and remove the wall and fix the inside and put it back up again that it could effect the entire room and that in time it would all crumble and desintergrate and that all but Ls room would be left standing. Ls room, the kitchen and one bath in the old part of the house.

There were more talks about her existance and the afterlife but everything else has seemed to have left me. I kept trying to find out if the others could see or hear her. It usually only upset Z, and L would run off to take care of her and so I never really found out if they could or not. Fish would try to but said he couldnt mostly and was just fascinated to sit and hear me relay the conversations that I had with the ghost. He said though that we had no money to fix the wall in the room so maybe we should all pack up andmove in with L.

He then headed to the kitchen to make gumbo, and I awoke to smelling K making breakfast.

Tickling Butterflies

2004-10-22T14:22:00.000-07:00

If I have been dreaming lately, it has been easily forgotten and after a minute or two where I sit and say to myself wow, that was one odd surrlistic dream....I fully come to and it is gone and all I am left with is the feelings perhapse that the dream wasnt neccessarily a good one....

So for weeks now, no real solid dreams. Fragmetns not remembered or just nothing at all.

I do remember a small snippet of such from last night though. I was with my school teacher friends, and a smattering of students from the different classrooms that I work in. I was wearing a sleevelss tank top style dress, and we were outside on the school grounds. There was this yellow butterfly that flew by. I held out my hand, and it landed on it. I gave a gentle blow and blew it off my hand, and watched as it floated upwards and then flit around our group of teachers and students. I held out my hand again, and it came back my way, landing on my hand. I didnt blow it off this time, but rather watched it. It didnt just settle on my hand but decided to walk up my arm. It lodged itself in my bare armpit. It tickled like crazy, and I was running around laughing, holding my arm upright as best as I could cuz I didnt want to close my arm and squish it. It wouldnt fly out, and I was giggling so hard I couldnt try to shoo it with my other hand. All the teachers were laughing at me, and it took one of the students to come over and gently remove the butterfly. It was one of those big monarch types, large soft thin wings. and bright yellow.

then i woke up

Scrapbooking and Antiques

2004-10-04T10:42:00.000-07:00

I dreamed I was in a rather dimly lit antique store. Ks cousin Karen was there at a dark, round table towards the back. She was working on scrapbooking her wedding photos. I would stop periodically to talk to her and look at all her different albums. One, I remember, was smallish in size and done predominatly in a glittery pink color. There was alot of pink here and there throughout her albums but this particular one, it was bright and the paper really caught your eye than the photographs. Some of the photos were even digitally changed and instead of being like a black and white photo, they were pink and grey. She had done this with photos of their dogs. In real life, she doesnt have any dogs, cuz her husband is deathly allergic. But there they were. Two of them. A standard poodle and a bull dog in the photographs, dressed up for the wedding. Oh and cats too actually now that I think about it.

At other times, I wandered around the antique store looking at various items. Things that seemed to catch my eye that I actually stopped to touch or look at more closely...

An antique camera inside of a box. The box was partially open and you could look down in and see that it was an old fashioned camera inside. I remember wanting to open the box, but thinking it would be inappropriate, so I stood there with my hands behind my back and stared into the box instead for quite some time. I did eventually reach over and look at the price tag. It cost $100.

A set of brown plates on a black wrought-iron stand/holder. They had figures etched on the surface from nursury rhymes. The figures were etched in a brown the same shade as the plate, but slightly darker. I stood there trying to figure out what specific nursury rhyme the plates were depicting. A lady (just another shopper in the store) came over and was looking over my shoulder at the plate and trying to give her two cents worth. This was annoying me greatly because she was only taking into account about only a quarter of the figures on the plate instead of everything on the plate. She was adamant that it was 'The Cow That Jumped Over The Moon' nursury rhyme and was upset with me that I couldnt see it. However, on the plate were also figures from Jack Be Nimble, The Three Blind Mice and Jack and Jill. I stood there for the longest time, trying to figure out the "puzzle" of the plate instead of just realizing that it was a conglomerate of many different poems. I was bound and determined though to figure out which solitary one it was, however. Eventually, I did give up and place the plate back on the pile with the others on the stand and moved on.

There were alot of mirrors around, and I was forever catching my reflection in them; looking up at myself for a brief moment. The mirrors were always floor ones. large. and situated behind display tables full of other stuff. All kinda rounded or oval, all framed with dark wood. Being so dark, the glass surface really stood out.

I kept walking past a table with a set of Dark green candles that looked like gem stones. They were not lit, but set on the end of one table. I kept noticing them and thinking that they reminded me of emeralds and that they must have some mystic quality to them, but I never did stop to take a closer look. However, it did seem that as I wandered the store, they kept popping up now and then around every corner. But it wasnt like I was walking the store in circles. Every time I would see them, I would take notice of them, but of nothing else that was on that table. And I do remember that particular table being rather cluttered with other things. But I couldnt tell ya what a single other thing on that table was. They seemed to be in shaddow. All I could really see were those three, solid, wide, pillar type candles. I never stopped to pick them up or take a closer look. Simply always ran into them and saw/noticed them as I wandered the store.

A peaceful dream of just wondering aimlessly, and spending some time with Karen. It didnt seem to have any real kind of charge to it. I awoke with a yawn. Certainly more boring than some of my dreams of late! LOL

Morphings: bird people, psyvamps and frogs oh my!

2004-09-28T14:28:00.000-07:00

Ok, I am beginning to wonder about myself with these weird dreams of late lol. Course they are supposed to be metaphorical right? Hence weird? And thus if they were not they wouldn't be dreams? Bah, who knows.

There were people who were birds. They kept morphing back and forth. Like a shapeshifter almost, except we just all took it as normalcy. It wasn't noted by anyone that these parrot type birds with predominately red, orange and yellow plumage were turning into people with reddish orangish hair with yellow streaks and then back again. Nor that while they were in parrot form, they could talk like a human. And while in human form, they squawked like a bird. Don't remember what they said, though I know we were holding conversation. I only remember the changing.

As the dream went on, the people I was with (I don't remember who though I do know it was truly folk I know in my life. I believe one of them was K, but there were more, and they all may have been changing and coming and going.) began to shift into an etherical state. We would flit and fly and were more hidden from the world as we roamed through it. Most of the dream took place in a forest type jungle. Well ok, it would morph back and forth and at times be more forrest like, others more jungle like. And again, this was viewed as normalcy, just as everything else. When -I- was in etherical mode, I found myself taking energy from some of those around me. But mostly in a sexual manner. I ran across the younger brother of an old friend of mine. Back when my friend and I were kids, her little brother had a crush on me. I babysat him as I got older. This is how big the age difference is. Now, that younger brother is in his very early 20s, and in real life, his life is a bit messed up. He has been in and out of jail due to things related to his drug addiction problems. He is still just as cute as ever though and still maintains alot of what made him so special when he was younger. I was inexpicably drawn to him in the deam, and he was the one I was drawing from the most. Through kisses and touching his chest that he kept baring. He was running around in scrubs that zipped and kept undoing it to expose his neck and chest. Way too weird. B may be all grown up but I awoke feeling just nasty and dirty. Even though it wasnt anything more than it was and COULD have been a full on erotic dream.

Then next thing I knew, the bird people were back but now they were not birds, they were frogs. We had to try to capture them, but couldnt do it by touch, had to do so with a camera. They would jump so fast from spot to spot it was hard to focus on them to get a photograph. We called them frogs but they seemed more like toads. Arent toads the ones that are more brownish than green? These were brownish. more like horney toads. They blended in with the fallen down tree limbs and murky puddles that they would move back and forth between.

I know that there is detail lost in the dream. Wishing I could remember more of the conversations that were had, and who all I was with and more of the progression of things rather than just snippets. But at least I am remembering some of it.

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ok an attempt at breaking down the symbolism of some of this. Birds are messengers in a totem sense. Parrots though, on dreamjournal.org says that parrots is Copying what others do or say without judgement. The non evaluation of what you think or say. they also say this about birds: Often used in a dream to depict your feelings of being able to leave restrictions and limitations behind. The bird represents imagination, uplifted feelings, idealism and hope. In ancient myths, birds denoted the soul, spiritual knowledge, or experience. The Egyptians used the bird with a human head to represent the soul leaving the body at death, while the phoenix stood for the new rising from the old. Freud said the bird represented the male penis, and flying means the sexual act. Many countries use the word bird to mean a girl or woman. In Italy it means the male organ. But occasionally the bird, especially a large bird, can express feelings of fear from attack 'out of the blue' - perhaps from strange urges arising in the mind, or from a parent or authority figure. See Air, Intuition.
Because birds are so easy to observe in their life cycle, we often use them to represent the stages of our own life, especially as it relates to flying the nest. So the birds nest would represent home and the parental environment. The egg relates to pregnancy and birth.

The birds coloration really stood out in the dream. red, orange, yellow.
RED:
In many dreams this links with strong feelings, even to the degree of horror. So there are probably issues worth exploring when red appears in your dream.
Red also represents your primal emotions, the earthy side of your nature, and your sexuality. In depicts your strength, your vitality and your power to heal. But one of the most fundamental connections with red is with blood. If there is suggestion of this in your dream, then the red may indicate all that you inherit through your blood, or what is now called genes. See. Blood.
Because of the modern association with traffic lights and warnings such as brake lights on cars, it may sometimes be used as a warning, or a way of saying stop or no.
ORANGE:
A thirst quencher, satisfaction, fruitlessness. May also symbolise your whole being, or aspects of self under the one skin. Due to its colour it has been used as a sun symbol, and so a sign of the spirit.
As Color: is enthusiasm, youthfulness, idealism. Dark orange, cynicism, bias, lack of interest.
YELLOW:
Lightness of feeling; intellect; extroversion; cowardice; intuition; caution or quarantine; hopefulness for the future.

FROG:
In folklore the frog has been a bewitched prince or princess, and therefore represents the ability to change or transform. It is also often the carrier of unusual knowledge. It symbolises unconscious knowledge, the power of transmutation or change, like the tadpole that only lives in water, or emotion and the unconscious, and changes to a frog. It may link with feelings about ancient mysteries, strange inner power, cold bloodedness, and evil caused by the latter.
TOAD:
Parts of the inner self that are cold and ugly, but also capable of transformation. This is because we know the toad transforms for the tadpole, so it often depicts the power in the, deeply unconscious, that transformed you from the tiny swimming tadpole sperm and ovum into the full grown person living out of the water of the womb
TREE (they didnt have a forrest listing, and directed me here):
The tree depicts the living structure of your being. Its roots show your connection with your physical body and the earth, your family background and influences, and cultural roots; its trunk the way you direct your energies as growth, sex, thought, emotion. The tree also indicates the wonderful process of growth and integration or integrity that lies behind your existence, and can be called upon in times of need or healing.
CAMERA:
Capturing, or captured impressions of things. Memory, or memories.

no listing for jungle, energy, etherical or astral type travel...psyvamp or anything like that. they did have a listing for a straight up vampire...

VAMPIRE
An idea or fear that is draining your energy, ambition, or resolution. This often relates to sexual or emotional relationships that are felt as too demanding.

Cept see -I- was the drainer. Well reading over this mish mash I am not really seeing a common thread. Could be too that I am tired, didnt get to bed til 1. didnt fall asleep til 3. was up by 7. tried to nap and sorta did off and on til 1. still feel groggy and out of it. maybe connected to other dreams there will be a pattern. its what ive put this out here for i do suppose. anyone crazy enough to want to take a stab at it, should you have read this far, go for it. :P

Starseed Baby

2004-09-27T10:37:00.000-07:00

This was my dream Sat. night as best I can recall. I couldnt seem to hold onto the one from last night, though I know I had something going on!

I was visiting with friends. Well, dreamland friends. You know how that is when your dream self knows the people closely but in waking life, you would be clueless as to who these individuals were. Dreamland friends took me over to meet a set of friends of theirs who had a new baby. They say new, but in talk later the baby was 5mo. old. While young, not a newborn, but I digress. Every time we went over to visit and 'see the baby' the baby would be upstairs and unavailable. Or at least dreamland friend would not ask or enquire and me, not knowing this couple, never asked either. Til like the 4th visit over there and finally I said, hey, dreamland friend says you have a baby girl? Can we see her? To which they replied well sure, she is upstairs watching tv and we need someone to be with her as the nanny wants the day off.

So upstairs I go, and turn the corner and see this adorable baby, clad in but a cloth diaper. she rolls over, sits up and shouts out loud and clear HI! HI HI HI! and giggles. The parents smile and I go over and sit down next to this baby, who climbs up into my lap and begins talking. The words though, you have to really listen to. They are mixed in with alot of 'baby garble' coos and babbles. But I can definately hear it. Can definatly tell. Baby is telling me she is glad that -I- am here with her for the day. I look at the parents, and they are clueless. They cant hear what I hear. The say something to the effect that "isnt baby cute? she tries so hard to talk all the time. All those noises, and wont she be a talker once she really truly CAN?" I wonder to myself why they cant see or hear what baby is really saying and doing. The parents show me where the diaper changing room is, and the play room, and the feeding room (yes, this upstairs was huge, bigger in fact than the downstairs. all clean and cream colored, relativly sparse and yet the energy up here was so strong. downstairs was cluttered and more dark. not dark in energy, just dark in color. it did have a homey and countrified feel downstairs. up here, was more...etherical? spiritual? not really sure, but it was different.

Mom and dad leave me and baby alone for the rest of the day and all baby did was talk. I dont remember solidly all that was discussed, but snipets or ideas. Alot of things about technology. She spoke alot of neruons and neutrons and something else. How where she came from in the stars used all these things to make their world a better place. That she was here to help us to learn of these things better. For the remainder of the dream, we played and talked and she snuggled.

I awoke to Maizy being let into my room by T, her jumping on my neck and lickng my face. Didnt get to finish the conversation with the starseed baby.

Puppies and weird nudie dreams

2004-09-23T13:14:00.000-07:00

With Maizy at the vet and on my mind, its not surprising I would 'dream' about her. Course I had not been thinking when C told me "You and T could go pay her a visit." Duhhhh! All night long all T could talk about was Maizy. So I asked him if he wanted to go and see her in spirit tonight, and I would go with him. That seemed to make him infinately feel better.

So there we were, T and I in this huge black room. The dark so dark it looked like velvet; that we were in some large velvet box. Maizy, being so white, simply glowed. Her littermates, Bitsy and Brutus were there, as well as one of the dogs from my childhood, my black lab Onah. Onah has been gone now for something like 12 or 13 years or so. It was neat to see her again.

I remember just sitting there and watching T and all the dogs play.

I did have other dreams morning when I took a nap to get rid of an oncoming migrane. Weird dreams that jumbled together and I dont remember much of. Cept in one I remember running around with a shirt on but no pants or underware, and jumping into a hot tub that was in a department store in the mall. I had been looking for K who kept disappearing on me as we were wondering in this departments store and mall. Every time he left, some man would seemingly try to assault me. I remember being on the celing, trying to jump from tiles that were loose, looking for a hole in them where K had disapeared through earlier. I found it and looked down and saw him in a hot tub with a bunch of other men, so I jumped in. And then got yelled at by all the men for being in the hot tub with no undies on. they didnt want my 'cootch' as they put it, polluting their tub. then they came over and tried to touch me inappropriately while K just sat there. They were laughing and jeering and poking at me, but as long as i kept my knees up and bent they couldnt get at me for whatever reason. Oh and I do remember one of the points where I lost K I think prior to the hot tub scene...a young, dark haired guy in baggy black pants and an untucked white dress shirt all rumpled and a long red tie was dancing in front of a set of mirrors that you would see in like a dance studio. cept this was in the middle of the clothing department at this store in the mall. K stopped and asked if I wanted to stay and take lessons. So we began dancing, individually, alongside him. The guy kept looking at me funny. It was then I discovered I wasnt wearing anything from the waist down. I turned to ask K what happened to my clothes and he was gone. I looked up to see him disapearing into the nearby bathroom doors. The guy then came over and shoved me to the ground and put my hands on his privates and began to grind against me. Yelling for help did nothing, so I grabed ahold and squeezed him so hard he fell over yelping and then I ran off, looking for K. I know there was more to this weird dream. I have vauge remembrances of being outside of that department store and actually in the mall part. there was a kiosk with a train you could ride and a water slide. they were surrounded by a white balance beem that people were walking on. the lines to get on this thing were huge. There was a school room in one of the areas of the mall too where T was with his old 1st grade teacher, one of my now friends. He was supposed to be working in a care bear coloring book for his homework and she was all exasperated and showing me how he wasnt completing everything he was supposed to be working on. he would have completed like 3/4 of an entire page, and yet have one or two directions he didnt complete on nearly every page. Throughout all of this I had my legs. Most dreams I do. Im not always in my chair or even have mention of my disability when I dream. Sometimes yes, but often, no. I know that there are vauge, foggy parts I am forgetting. This is all that I can solidly remember though.

Crocs in the yard swamp :P

2004-09-20T11:59:00.000-07:00

K, T and I were at the Garcias' new house in CA. They went to show us the back yard. It was filled with lush, verdant green undergrowth. They called it their swamp, but unlike the swamps of LA I have seen, this was different. The undergrowth was brighter in color, there wasnt the stench, there wasnt a ton of trees and thick moss. The sun shone bright and danced off the leaves. You could see the water just beyond this low rise of a small hill, but you had to strain and it was well hidden. The sun would glint off spots of it now and then, reminding you it was there and not just plants and bushes.

They had patio furniture set up on a manicured lawn just off the 'swamp' and the entrance to the house right next to that. The space for the whole yard wasnt all that large, though it seemed the swamp part extended further than what the eye could see if that even makes sence.

As we sat down at the tables with the Garcias and some other friends of theirs I dont know, Hollie told us to beware of the croc that lives in their swamp. That it was large, and dangerous and had already eaten two of their pets, yet there seemed nothing that they could do about it.

Looking out over that cool, calm stillness, the water began to ripple and the undergrowth move; tremble and sway. Up out of the water rose this HUGE and I mean HUGE GIGANTIC sized croc head, snapping and biting at the air, his teeth sharp and his mouth full of menace. The size of this thing truely wasnt normal. I mean not even the largest croc in the world big couldnot compare to this guy. He was true dream fashion blown out of proportion huge.

He then, faster than any of us could move and scuttle out of the yard and into the house, reached up out of the water and grabbed the nearest person by the ankles off their lawn chair. She was a young girl maybe in her 20s, one of the friends around the yard that I did not know. The croc dragged her, screaming, into the swamp and they both disappeared under the water. We were all screaming and crying and terrified.

Then I woke up.

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The alligator or crocodile is similar to the serpent and depicts the power of the unconscious emotions and fears that we may feel can overwhelm us. That is, of being carried away, or possessed, by fears, urges, ideas, arising from within, or fear of the irrational.
The Egyptians worshipped a crocodile as a guide to the dead in the underworld. It represents not only a threat, but also a wealth of wisdom about unconscious things.

Swamp: This usually indicates feelings of being bogged down, held back, or retarded. You may be stuck in attitudes or feelings that are holding you back, or even threatening your well-being. Sometimes it is used to represent the cloying relationship existing between mother and child; or sometimes, though not so often, between father and child. The marsh here represents the difficulty felt in breaking away from parental control, the emotional hold over you, and the ties of security and protection. Or the difficulties faced in becoming real individuals.

WATER
This usually denotes the flow of your emotions, and all the feeling responses you are capable of. If it is muddy it means your feelings are influenced by outer circumstances, worries, material problems, or values. If clear and sparkling it symbolises faith, fearlessness, purity of feeling, hope and joy. Water takes the form of any vessel that contains it. So it represents your ability to be influenced either by fears, force, understanding or ignorance, love or duty, and so on.

Sooo I would guess that since my water was more obsucred by the 'swamp' and somewhat hidden and unable to be seen until big croc-ie raised his head would be that Im surpressing things, or maybe not choosing to see until the big bad arrives? the size of that head could be fears blown out of proportion? or maybe its a waring? an animal totem page said that dreams of gators/crocs wasnt really a good omen, but more of a warning for preparing for self preservation.

Im not sure what it would symbolize, someone I dont know getting pulled under and drown/eaten by the croc, other than that total feeling of paralyzing fear and not being able to move or do anything about it, it felt out of control and beyond my help. That there was nothing I could do to save or help her. I wonder maybe what part of me then she is representing perhapse?

This dream I had a few nights ago seems to run in tandom a little bit with a reading I recieved recently. I may have to really sit and think on things a bit, no?