Mask Patrol

I’ve been having a lot of stressful days at work with demanding customers and not quite enough time to finish everything. I think this dream is a reflection of that stress but also the general stress floating around.

It was Friday afternoon, ten minutes before closing, and about 50 customers walked in (all separate groups). (Usually we only have groups of 2 booked in). They were all French, from Grand Falls and Edmunston. I was so panicked. Why are they here?? They had no appointments! We are closing!

None of them were wearing masks or if they were, they had their noses out. I was running around saying “You need a mask be be here!”. Everyone was like “No. Don’t care.”. I was frantic, running from group to group, trying to control them. More than the risk of getting sick I was more upset that they weren’t following the rules. I asked people to leave and they wouldn’t. I though “If the fire alarm is pulled, they will have to leave”. So next the fire alarm was wringing, I didn’t physically pull it, but I made it happen. Now I was running around yelling “fire! you have to leave!”. Slowly most of them started to leave. I could see a bit of smoke/steam and I was pleased that made it look real.

Fast forward, we learned that the town of Centreville was on Quarantine. No one could enter if they didn’t live there, everyone had to leave. I was busy making sure they were all leaving, and suddenly realized I wasn’t supposed to be there either… but I wanted to be there… I wanted to enforce the rules but I didn’t want to follow them. My mom and I took the opportunity to go up a road we wouldn’t normally, to look around while the town was empty.

Escaping the Men

I was in a library, and looking at books. I went over to a shelf and picked up a children’s book.  I really loved the photo and the words. It was a beautifully painted scene, I think with a mouse and a moon and an outdoor background. I took out my phone to take a picture because I loved it so much. A man (librarian type?) came over and I said “Oh! Am I allowed to take a photo? Or no?” and he said yes I could.  He got really close to me and I started to get scared! He had scissors coming towards me, and I was terrified, he was going to cut my braids off.  A boy behind me also had scissors trying to cut my hair. I was swatting them away. 
Fast forward to a room. There was a man there, and I still got the same vibe he was trying to control me or over power me. I was really scared and wanted him to get away from me. He had to get something and said “hang on I’ll be right back” and I ran. 


I got outside, and realized that I had power. I could use my mind to move things to help myself. There were two more men after me. One older and shorter (Like an old priest from a church I used to attend) and one taller man, younger.   I was able to use my mind to fight off some people. I could fling them around, and tried to snap their neck or twist them, to save myself.  The two men realized this.  I was able to fight off the priest this way, almost. It would slow him down. Somehow the other man was immune and I was terrified.  They were chasing me and staring me down. I jumped into this structure, like a playground structure, that I was climbing to the top. It was like a twisty tube, with holes you could grip. I had these big foam mitten type things on, which made it hard to grip but I kept climbing, while the men chased me.  I finally got to the top and jumped off to fly to the top, knowing they could follow me, but I had to take the chance to escape.  
I woke up then, so scared. 


When I wake up from a nightmare, my back is always freezing cold. I used to wonder if I had nightmares because I was cold or if I get cold because of the nightmares. I know it’s the second now. The last nightmare I had I woke up, and then felt the cold feeling creep up my back.  When this happens, I can’t sleep or relax until the feeling goes away. I have to lay on my back or have my husband lay behind me to warm my back up again. I’m so curious why this happens, or if I’m the only one. 

The Forgotten Book

I was at a place far away end it was a concert I think or maybe some type of large even at an audatorium. I had gone to the washroom before we left. My daughter had made a booklet for me the story with pictures and I was so excited to look at it. I wasn’t sure if she really made it or if someone else did and I was pretending she made it for me. When we left this place I forgot the book there and only remembered after we left. Before we left, I was with a cousin B, and she was talking to her sister. The sister was so mean and nasty! I ignored her because I didn’t recognize her as her sister, C. We got into a van, that had a lot of seats.

As we were driving I realized I had forgotten the book and I asked for the driver to turn around. She said that she couldn’t because we were on the highway and there was no place to get off and turn in the other direction. As the minutes went by I worried more and more that if we did get turned around, the venue would be closed and we’d never find it. Finally we stopped somewhere a store, in another country where they spoke a different language. I heard an announcement that said my name and where I worked and asked me to come in to the building. When I went in everybody was from somewhere else except me. When I went to the desk I said my name and they said it couldn’t be me because I was too young. But they had a message to tell me that the driver was going to turn back and go get the book that I had forgotten. I told the lady how said I was that I had forgotten it and she agreed it was sad. Not sure how she understood me.

I went back outside to find the van and at first I couldn’t find it because it had moved to the other side of the parking lot. The lady who was driving us was gone, and it was now being driven by a man. I got in. I asked if they thought the building would still be open. Some people said no and some people said yes. We got to the building but things were different. I was with other friends and we were supposed to be going to find something to eat. They had laid out an entire table. Just then somebody brought my daughter out. She had been there waiting for us and it really was her who made the book! I was so happy that I held her in my arms as she showed me the book. I found out that she had been with her relatives in Korea Visiting all of her cousins she had never met. Her uncle Joe was with her and he had taken her to these places while they were waiting for us. It was so nice to see the photos of her and the kids. I was just so happy she was there! After that somebody who was in charge gave us all scratch lottery tickets. They were saying the numbers and letters that we had to find and scratch off. My thumb was getting tired and I found a dime to use instead. The last question before I woke up was scratch off anything that uses electrical wires. So I was looking at all the pictures of things that could be electrical and wondering if anything electrical had wires, no matter what.

Monopoly Sell

I dreamed a real estate agent came to my office, LC.  She said there had been an offer on our flip house of $750,000.00.  She said it could have gone up to 2.8 million dollars.  I had only listed it for $164,000 so I was quite excited for the profit! We could build a new house now! Her office person called me to arrange details, and I thought we should sign off on this soon!  They said their real estate firm wanted it for a central office location and to show potential clients how to properly renovate a home.

We agreed to the deal and LC brought a pile of cash into my mom’s office. My dad said we had to count it all twice really well in front of each other. I noticed that a lot of it was Canadian Tire money, and LC said there’s a hat she wanted a CT so she would swap it for real money with me.

So we counted money, but it was hard to count because it was homemade monopoly money.  I asked our office manager if it was okay to pay for a house with monopoly money and she said no. We started to wonder if something was wrong with the deal.

C (my husband) and I decided to go over to the flip house to check it out.  We noticed that we had forgot to to the trim on the top of a lot of the windows on the outside.  I went in and there was a strange tall man inside.  He was pretending to by nice but I knew it was something sneaky. He suddenly realized I could see through him and he flipped and started to come towards me. I told him that my husband was with me, and I started banging on the windows and calling out.  I yelled C’s name over and over and finally he came in from the truck, I was so relieved. But then I heard our daughter yelling “Papa! Papa!” and panicked that the scary guy would find her. Then I woke up.

 

Bundle of Stress Dream

I’ve been pretty stressed at work this week, and it all came to head in my dreams last night!

 

In the dream, my wedding photographer for upcoming wedding decided I was going to get married, in an old office building along with another couple so she could do a two-for-one. C wasn’t even there!  Apparently she went through the necessary steps and we were married.  ALso, she was Haleigh from Big Brother 20.

I called C and was like “well, I guess we’re married now!”. Then i remembered all the actual plans. I suddenly thought OMG the officiant was going to meet us at 5, in another town! What if she’s looking for us! My hair and makeup! I didn’t cancel it! My flowers! Cake!

I told the photographer, “Weren’t we supposed to have portraits outside? Can we still?” and she said “That will be another $1000.”

Now I was at my aunt M’s house, and I knew I had to get to the wedding location, 2.5 hours away, asap to make the hair appointment. I was trying to get ready to go but I couldn’t get everything gathered up!  I was struggling and panicking to go!

I must have forgot about it all, cause now I was in an apartment and I had forgotten to do all my homework. I was desperately trying to write sentences and answer questions. AND the apartment had just been sold so I had to figure out how to get everything packed and moved out.  A friend came in and asked why I didn’t live in the south end of whatever city i was in. I said the rent was cheaper here and i liked all the cafes outside.  It was like an apartment built like a tree house, and it was kinda of wobbly.

Then Arie from the Bachelor came in. Agh.  That made it worse.

Next an old cousin BM was outside the door. And suddenly he died, and they had to come take his body away. It was one thing after another! Aghh!!

 

 

Visitation

This was an odd dream!

I was at a hospital, and an older lady was taking blood from me, either for a test or something.  They had to put the IV in my toe (AHHH!!!!), but it didn’t really bother me.

Anyway, next I was standing there, and my Grampie Wilmot was there! He was sparkly, and magical, and in the dream, I knew it wasn’t a dream, but that it was really my gramp visiting me!

Gramp was so happy, and excited.  I knew he had been sent for some mission, and I could tell he was excited and took it seriously.  He was glowing and he took like a little charm or s shaped thing, and held it above my head and dropped it, and I felt it go down through my body, and kind of clicked in my belly.  He showed me a vision (or something), of happiness, giggles, babies.  I asked about a boy or a girl, and he smiled and said it didn’t matter right now.  The feeling of excitement and bubbling was overwhelming, and he said it’s time. Or something like that.  It’s the beginning of August in real life, but this way happening the beginning/middle of October ect. (Weird, I know).

So, then he disappeared, and I was back to my original dream at the hospital.  I was dazed thinking about what happened, and I was getting ready to “check out”. I was talking about my gramp “visiting” me, and the reception lady was alarmed. She said I would have to stay in the women’s psych ward now!! I was like “no please! I need to go home, I have a daughter to take care of!” but she didn’t want to hear it and thought I was crazy! Agh.

Right after that I woke up

A Cat in the Ceiling

It’s the full moon! And we all know what that means! Crazy dreams and no rest.

 

I dreamed we had moved to a large, old apartment. B had her own huge room, full of toys, and a big bed.   I looked at the bed, and thought C should have put her head board facing North, and looked around the room to find the best spot.  Windows and doors made it hard to find a good spot, but we deicded we’d put it against the left wall.  Off of the bedroom was a HUGE walk in closet.  It was large enough to be a small bedroom, and we had put a small bed in there for a friend.  There was a doll house and the racks were full of clothes. I thought it would be nice to put her dresser in here too to keep it out of the room.

In the room, up against a wall, was a purple king size bed frame, headboard and foot board. It came from the last owners, so I was a little worried it would have a weird energy attached. We talked about it and decided it would be nice for her to have a king size bed, so we would look into it.

B and I were playing in the room, when we heard something in the ceiling. It was a drop ceiling, and suddenly, a black cat fell from the ceiling into the room! It was a crazy cat, and it immediately started chewing through a blow up plastic toy!  It jumped on our cat mystique and they ran down the hall.

C came in and was like “That’s my old cat! It must have been living with T upstairs and found us!”. I was like nope, not gonna happen. I told him we are not keeping the cat, and he insisted we were.  I didn’t want it eating all of the toys, and I said it would be expensive to feed, and one more litter to clean.  I looked around hoping I could find a bone made out of rope for it to eat.


 

My Shamanic Journey: Butterflies, Bees and Female Energy

May 9 2017

 

My Shamanic Journey

 

A friend is learning to be a shaman.   She needs to do 30 volunteer sessions this year, and I volunteered to try a shamanic journey.

 

We sat outside on her upstairs porch, looking out to the brook running past. On a small table were a jar of feathers, and stones laying spread out. She asked me to look at the stones and choose one. There was a shiny green one that I wanted to pick, but something about this little purple red non-shiny stone made me choose it. It kind of looked like a heart. I picked it up, and she cleansed the stone with smudge from a piece of holy wood from Peru. She also smudged my body and a prayer was said to call in our ancestors, guides and helpers for my intentions.

 

I was asked to set an intention for this session; Something I would like to work on, or something I had been struggling with, or wanted answers about. I decided to set the intention of “Opening myself to accept and enjoy love, and to let go of guilt”.

 

We went inside, where I chose to lay down on a soft bed, and cover with a wool blanket. K (the practitioner) sat at the end of the bed with her drum. She asked me to speak my intention and blow the intention into the stone three times.

 

K now started to slowly drum on the drum she made herself. She asked me to tell her if it was too fast, too slow, too loud, or too quiet, but I found it just right.

 

Now I relaxed and let my mind relax as well. K guided me to find a place in nature that I wanted to be, a place I had been or created. I chose “my” tree, at my grandparents’ side hill. I could feel the strong tree against my back as I leaned against it. Insects buzzed, and the sunshine shone on my face, the soft breeze lifting my hair off my neck. Butterflies fluttered by and I relaxed.

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I looked up and a whitish coloured bunny was staring at me. Twitching his nose. K prompted me to ask his name. When I did he replied “White”. I reached out to touch him, and his fur was very soft. He said not to worry, not to be nervous or afraid but to feel his soft fur and enjoy it. I stood up, and we walked together through the fields, while I looked around.   The grass was long but I wasn’t afraid of snakes in the grass.

 

K asked if I saw an opening anywhere.   A hole in the ground? In the clouds? Maybe water? To my left was a large tree, and on the tree was a slit, about 8 feet high. I walked over to the tree, and pulled the slit apart and slipped in.

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I started to walk down, and I could smell the earthy scent of the forest.   The smell of wet, rich soil, of trees that had composted themselves, and fresh Earth. As I walked further down, I noticed roots on the walls of the entrance. Strong and beautiful roots. They had a mother energy, and spoke to me.

The roots said to keep going, not to worry, I was safe. As I walked, the roots grew, and I could hear the crackling of them spreading through the hallway. I felt comforted and safe, and loved.

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I continued walking and the packed ground turned to flat, soft stone. They were warm as if something below them heated them. I could see water in the near distance, and I walked to it. A well about a metre in diameter. I got down on my knees at the edge of the well, and looked in. I saw my reflection.   My reflection began to talk to me.

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She (I?) was beautiful and fresh and smiling with rosy pink cheeks and sparkling eyes. She told me that I was beautiful and worthy of love. That I am never alone, and that she is always with me. I felt loved and comforted by this. When we were done, I raked ripples over the water with myfingers. I reached down to taste the water, and it tasted like sweet honey. I felt so good as I drank it, and it reached every tip of my body. I took a canteen/satchel thing made from leather and filled it was the water for later.

 

I got up and continued to walk. A white butterfly fluttered along with me. It was a friend or relative, and I knew I would see it in the real world. We came to a stair way and I started to go up. I could see sky, and almost continued up the stairs, when I realized there was another direction I could go. I walked up those stairs, and they had flowers growing on either side of the stars. Wild roses, that I could smell.

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I walked until I got to a room. It was full of flowers. Millions of beautiful flowers of every colour. Wow.It was breathtaking. The smell of the flowers was intense. I walked in and gazed around. The butterfly told me to take as many as I wanted. I was nervous to pick them. The butterfly told me that it won’t hurt them to pick them. That I can enjoy them. Because there is an infinite supply of flowers that will bloom and bloom and bloom. Started to gather bunches of flowers, and I put them in my bag with the blooms popping out.

K asked me if I felt this pertained to the intentions I was working on. I said yes, I think it means that there is enough love. Enough love for everyone. That I can pick the flowers, and enjoy them, and not to worry if that love seems to be finished, there is an infinite amount of love abounding.

I laid down in the flowers and relaxed. I could hear bees buzzing. Buzzing and working. I asked them what I needed to know. They told me to just relax and let them work. Let things happen, and let things work out. Don’t over think how it’s going to happen and how things are going to get done, but let the capable hands do their work.   The energy of the bees were like a different type of mother. A capable mother who was skilled and knew what to do. A type of love that isn’t fluffy, but it capable and direct. All of the bees were female. Flowers were popping up and multiplying as they worked.

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I was ready to go, so I got up and walked back to the stair case.

I walked up the flat uneven rocks that made the stairs, and felt the soft stones and packed earth of the walls.   When I was nearly to the top, I reached my hands up and could feel the soft grass around the edges of the opening, and emerged. There were more white butterflies, hundreds. They were playing and fluttering around happily. I watched them having fun and enjoying life. They were themselves and nothing more and nothing less. They didn’t have to change themselves to be happy.

More butterflies came and surrounded me like a bed, floating me up in the sky, I could see tall ever green trees, and next I could see fruit trees, bursting and overflowing with ripe apples, peaches, and grapes. We got closer and I reached down for a peach. It was so completely juicy and ripe that it dripped down my chin.

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I looked up to see a hawk swooping and sweeping, and playing and having fun and smiling. He told me that hawks have fun too. And just because he was brown, didn’t mean he wasn’t beautiful and happy with himself. He flew down and ate a peach, and then flew off and winked at me. K asked me to think about what this meant.

 

I though the abundance of the fruits showed again that there is enough for everyone. That enough love and nourishment exists in the world and there is such abundance for all. I blew these thoughts into my stone, three times.

 

Now I relaxed on the bed of butterflies. K asked if I felt any areas needed work or if I felt any blockages. I felt immediately that my throat was blocked. It felt like water should run freely through it, but that it was getting stuck.

 

I felt something placed on my throat.   It was wet but not cold. I felt that it was medicine. It was like a piece of cloth and it was blue or white. Who put it there? I looked to my left and there was a grandmother.   Old. She was native, with long white braids, and deep wrinkles, a smile in her eyes. Under the cloth were herbs, as I had known it was medicine. She was talking but I couldn’t understand the words or language. K told me to ask her if she could communicate the message meaning to me. I felt it meant peace. And that what she put on my was to draw out “toxins” and to let them leave and she would get rid of them. (At this point I was physically shaking and vibrating).She was chanting a low noise.

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I relaxed, and she burned the cloth and the energies, and the smoke carried them to the black sky. She patted my on the head and called me “Little…something” Like Little Chicken or Little sparrow.   To say thank you, I offered her some honey water from my canteen and she drank, and said she’d been waiting for that. She turned and left happily. I told a drink, and the water did indeed flow freely through my throat.

 

It was night, and there was a campfire still burning. I sat down and watched. The fire told me to let go of any emotions I was ready to leave behind. That it was energy and would not be destroyed but that it would be moved somewhere else. That emotions aren’t good or bad, they just are. If I had need to re visit the emotions I could but that they can be moved if not necessary for myself now. I put my guilt in the smoke and it traveled up. As I was getting ready to leave, I saw a shiny black stone, shiny like a cheeta’s eye, and picked it up. This stone would act as the fire, when I would like to get rid of an emotion I no longer needed, I could put the emotion in the stone and it would be moved. I blew the energy of the stone, into my own little rock, for when it would b needed.

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I had mentioned in my journey that I had been worried about my head at some point. I held my stone to my head, and K had me blow forcefully, the heaviness and pain I had been feeling in my head for the last several months, suggesting that a possibility was that I had been holding my guilt in this part of my body.

I was ready to go back. I walked up to the opening of the tree I had entered earlier, and walked back out into the field. My grandfather was there, which immediately brought me to tears.   I said I missed him. He said he knew, but not to worry, even when I was not thinking or remembering him, he was there.   I started to walk by to my tree. I sat down to gather my emotions, and felt the strong tree against my back. I could hear the drumming, and started to copy the beat onto a tree stump. I remembered everyone in my journey and thanked them all. My journey finished there.

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When I woke up/opened my eyes, K used a Peruvian Holy Water (I forget what it was called… aqua something. She whistled into the bottle that held the water, and sprayed it over me, to cleanse.   I laid for a few minutes until I was ready to get up.

 

We went outside and chatted for a few minutes.   The heaviness that was in my heart seemed to have lifted and I felt refreshed and rejuvenated.

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Not Seeing in the Rain

We were at the house where we grew up. My Dad had paid my brother and I for a week of work, with cash in an envelope. I was excited, because it was more than our regular wages.  I went downstairs to where my bedroom was. Outside my door was a plant with white flowers on it, and it was drooping to the left hand side. I thought to myself that we had better take it upstairs so we would remember to water it and keep it alive.

Then we were upstairs, and we were having some type of party. T and C were there wearing raincoats, and they were going out together and talking.  It might have bothered me a bit, but not too bad. Then T was next to me, (there were 2 of her), and asking me about C., and kind of about if I was worried they would be together, and I said no.

It was time to leave but C had been drinking, so I had to drive. We started walking out to the car and I remembered I had left my cash envelope in the car and hoped it would still be there. C got in the driver’s seat and just then a bald scary gangster guy in a tank top had his foot on the bumper and was looking menacing at us. I flew into the backseat and yelled for him to back up fast! We did, and we were fine, and we changed seats so I could drive. I was coming out of a drive way place, to take a left onto the road (Of my high school), and I went but I kind of cut a police officer off and that made me nervous, but my breaks weren’t working very well.  I kept driving, and it started raining really hard, and it was dark. I was sad wishing C could drive because I was scared, but he couldn’t.  I kept forcing my eyes open wider and saying “I can’t see!”. At this point I couldn’t see anything but rain, and I was so scared we would have an accident. I wondered if we should pull over until the rain stopped, but felt like it would never stop. Then I woke up.

Snow Freezing Oil

I was in the back seat of a car, with my Aunt M, the kids, and my cousin C was driving! We were going around turns, and she was going so fast! M said “Oh my gosh! C is driving!” I wondered if she had her license. I said “Slow down!” I was so scared! Then we went over a bump and my phone fell on the floor in front of me.

I looked down, and there was a big jug of oil under the seat in front of me.  Someone had put it on the floor upside down, so there was a hole and oil was leaking out of it onto the floor. Thick, black oil.  I yelled for C to pull over.  I was getting worried that my phone would get in the oil too.

FINALLY she pulled over, and I hopped out. I grabbed my phone first, and then on the side of the road, I grabbed clumps of snow and put them on the oil, since I didn’t know what else to do.  Wow, to my surprise, the snow was actually freezing the oil, and I was able to lift it off in chunks, leaving the floor completely clean! I thought to myself, good thing we had a storm so there was enough snow to use!

I looked up, and there was a funeral procession coming.  Except they were walking.  The first men were carrying the casket, followed by younger men.  They were walking along the side of the road, and I jumped back up against the car so they could pass through between the snowbank and the car. I left my phone on the bank, thinking no one from a funeral would bother it….  But… a teenage boy looked at it and snatched it on the way by.  I ran and grabbed him and snatched my phone back. Yeesh.

I think perhaps I spend way too much time on my phone.