Putting People in Holes

I was with my friend H, and I forget exactly the first part, but there was a guy who wanted to date her… She wasn’t interested though because she already liked someone else.  I saw then how they met, and thought his posture was kind of bad, but if she loved him, she loved him.  He was now a police officer.
He was digging holes in the ground. I looked down and they were perfect little rectangle holes, about 1’x2′.  I looked up, and there were lots of them.  H and I started walking around them, there were more holes in the ground then there were spots to step on.  It was her BF and other police officers digging them. Ummm…
At that moment, somehow we realized that they were burying all of the people in these! Alive! Every person everywhere! Something was happening, and they had decided that all people would need to be buried (except the police).  We didn’t know what would happen to these people, but they said it was to protect them or something, but holy cow it was terrifying!
H and I started running, to hide.  We were at my Gram’s house, and we ran behind a building. We could see them searching for us, and so we started climbing up the side of the building to get to the ceiling.  It was actually a garage door type of thing we were climbing, made of metal rungs, and they had pushed the button so the door started to go up.
We kept climbing as fast as we could, and eventually got to the top, in the rafters.  They were getting close to us, so we jumped down and ran to the field.  Behind where my Gramp’s barn used to stand was a sort of tunnel type thing.  I realized it was some type of underground barn that Gramp had made for the cows. I looked down in and there were tunnels. I wanted to hide in there but I was scared it could collapse on top of me since it was so old.
I ran back to my Gram’s house and made it in.  The rest of my family was there and I was so glad. I wondered how long we could stay there safely, and wondered if somehow the house was protecting us. We had all already agreed that no one would leave the house, and we were planning to put one family in each room to live/sleep.
I announced that I would rather die than be caught and put in a hole.  I knew some were nervous about what happens when you die, and I assured them heaven is REAL, and they don’t need to worry. I turned to my dad, and knew that he could give more accounts than I about life after death.

Leibster Awards, Play with me!

AGHHH! I just wrote an entire post and accidentally hit something and deleted it! Darnit!

Anyway, I will try to reconstruct 🙂

This isn’t dream related, but, this is my last day before vacation, so it’s just for fun.

I’ve been nominated for the Leibster awards by http://sanantonioseoul.com/,  If you’re not sure what this is, it’s a kind nod from a fellow blogger.  She has asked me 11 questions, which I will answer for you all below. I’m supposed to think of 11 new questions to ask 11 other bloggers, but since I’m not sure that I actually know 11 other bloggers, I’m nominating YOU! So please, if you have a blog, let me know in the comments that you will be answering these questions, I’d love to see what you answer!  Here are the questions I was asked:

  1. Favorite make-up brand (can be drugstore or high-end)?

Too Faced. I know it’s a bit over priced, but the palettes. I can’t stop buying them.

  1. How would you describe your fashion style?

Classic and feminine. I like to look nice and put together, although that doesn’t always happen.  Today I’m wearing grey pinstriped dress pants, a pink lace top, and rose gold jewelry. Hang on I will take a selfie:

At this moment, sitting in my desk.

At this moment, sitting in my desk.

  1. Favorite shop for clothes?

I’m not too fancy. Going to go with the Gap.

  1. Which takes more focus in your beauty routine: skincare or make up?

Probably equal. I follow the Korean routine of double cleanse, toner, essence, ampoule, serum, cream, mask, ect. But I LOVE makeup. Here’s my makeup table:

Oh makeup. Sweet makeup.

Oh makeup. Sweet makeup.

  1. If you could have any career in the world, what would that be?

Hypnotist! After my husband finishes his training to become an acupuncturist (in 2016), it will be my turn to learn hypnotherapy. Can’t wait.

  1. What is your favorite song of all time?

Come Pick Me Up- Ryan Adams. AND Every thing from the album “O”- Damien Rice

  1. One place in the world you want to visit?

Ireland. It’s always Ireland. I spent 2 months there after graduating Uni, and my husband and I spent our Honeymoon on the Emerald Isle. I love that country deeply. I even subscribe to a monthly box of handmade crafts from Ireland.

The contents of this month's MyIrelandBox

The contents of this month’s MyIrelandBox

  1. Favorite meal?

Hands down: Chicken Barbie on a pita with no onions, no tomatoes, Darrell fries and a side of Cajun Mayo. From Darrell’s in Halifax, NS.

Nom nom nom

Nom nom nom

  1. Favorite television series?

Nashville. I’m addicted. Come on Reacon/Dayna. I need this to happen.

  1. What do you see yourself doing in 5 years?

Opening and happily working in a successful Wellness Centre.

  1. 3 Celebrity crushes?

1. Sam Heughan. I mean, look at this beautiful Scottish Lad:

Sam Heughan

Sam Heughan

2. Charles Esten. Sigh. Deacon. My perfect man. Ohhh beautiful.

I love you.

I love you.

3, Colin Firth.  This is a long term crush. I just love him.



There. Done!

Now, for your questions. Don’t forget to tell me if you decide to answer them!

1. What is your favourite of the 5 (6) senses?

2. Would you rather be invisible or have the ability to read minds when you want to?

3. In 5 words or less, describe the experience of the first time you fell in love.

4.  If you could only read one book for the rest of your life, what would it be?

5. What is the first thing you do when you wake up in the morning?

6. If you HAD to go on the Amazing Race (Shudder.. my nightmare), who would you take? Real life people or celebrity.

7. If you could live in any city in the world, where would it be? Don’t think about money or jobs, just where would you like to live if the sky was the limit.

8. If there were absolutely no limitations, what would you do to be happy tomorrow?

9. What piece of technology do you feel helps you most in your life? Gadgets? Anything.

10.  If you had to eat the same thing for lunch every day forever, what would it be?

11. If you had to dye your hair an unnatural colour (not found in nature!), and keep it that way for a year. What would it be and why?

Support through the Drips and Drops

I was somewhere eating, and I think it was high school.  I forget the first part or what exactly was going on, but I was sitting with my friends at our table.  Someone was being mean to me, and I can’t remember what she was doing. Blaming me for something or making fun of me.  I got up and left, no way was I going to sit there for that.  I walked out of the building, and when I looked back, my whole group of friends were following me.
One friend, JM said “When you left, I stood up and said ‘We’re walking out too'”. I was so shocked and grateful for their support. I never expected them to stand up and support me that way and I was so very happy.  We walked together now.  It seemed like we were walking the path from my grandparents’ barn, towards their house.
When I got to the house, I was with another friend CL. He came in with me and we stepped into the kitchen.  What the… the ceilings were leaking and dropping. There were two big parts where water was dripping quickly down from the ceiling.  Oh no! I thought for a second… should we try to fix it, or will everything from the room above soon fall through the ceiling and crush us. I decided to do whatever I could to help.
My Grammie was in the other room and for some reason she either didn’t understand or just didn’t know how to deal with the situation.
My friend  put his hand on my lower back and guided me around the room. I felt so much support, care, and love from him that the job seemed a lot easier.
I bend down and started digging through the cupboards until I found two large bowls or pots and placed them under the drips. I got towels and cleaned up the rest of the water from the floors.

Guest Blogger: Sometimes Men Need to Dig

Guess what?  For the first time, I’m welcoming a guest blogger to post a dream.  And who better than my very own mom.  She told me her dream today, and by the end of it we were both laughing so hard I told her we’d have to write it down and add it to the blog.  I’m not even sure what struck us so funny, I think it was the part about the men digging.  Here you go folks!

I had just watched a tv show before going to bed, about a family business that they were thinking of expanding and adding other lines of items to sell. So in my dream my husband Jim and I had purchased a retail store in Moncton and were thinking of expanding it. It appeared to be some kind of either sporting goods store, or some manly store.

I was visiting the store for the first time and there were a few things I was interested in. So I carried these items in the top of my purse since I didn’t get a basket or cart. Anyway, one of the staff noticed me and asked it I had paid for my stuff, so I said no, but I will be. Well, he almost burst with excitement that he was catching a thief, so then I explained I was the new owner and it kind of deflated him.

Jim and I were looking over the store and came to this huge area full of sand. There was dry sand and wet clumped sand and I said, what on Earth is this all about?! Jim told me it was a new area, that sometimes men just need to dig! In this area were all kinds of men with shovels, digging in the sand! Some were digging big lumps of wet sand out of deep areas and some were just digging the dry stuff up and then watching it fall from their shovels. Weird. But I guess it was satisfying since that area of the store was the busiest.

Then we went to see how the check out system was working, but there was a big line up so we went around it to the front. The lone cashier was up on a pedestal area and customers were climbing up a few steps to her. I told Jim “Something must be wrong, we’d better check this out!” We walked up to her and she didn’t know how to use the cash register so she was using a little hand calculator and was trying to figure out the totals, taxes and change. It looked like a disaster, but she did get the customers all looked after and then was happy to show us her system.

The Purple Dress Competition

I was on the back of some type or trailer driving down the road with a tonnes of people on it. My old boss, J, was in front of me. She moved closer to the front and so did I but I didn’t want her to think I was following her, but I found it interesting how easy it was to move closer to the front if you just weave in through the crowd.  A friend, Sara was right beside me when I looked up and I wondered if she thought I thought she was following me, how I had worried about earlier.
To the right, was an old friend CP. I reached my hand out and we held hands for the rest of the ride.  Next I was in a different type of car, with 6 or 8 girls, we were all dressed in big fluffy dresses. R was wearing a yellow dress and she asked why I had worn my light purple dress since she had recently talked about it in her blog or something.
We arrived at our destination.  My dress was big and fancy, light purple, covered in crystals and sparkles.  When the carriage (?) stopped, I stepped out. I threw my shoes on the ground to step into. They looked too small but some part of me knew that iot was a dream so I willed them to fit.  They were very high heels and I slipped them on easily. Someone said to be careful but I walked fine.
My escort was CP from earlier.
I walked into a room, and I was announced. It was some type of competition.  They announced me as working as an advertising recruiter for a law firm, and asked if I still worked there. I agreed because I didn’t want to get into details of where I worked now and hoped they didn’t press further. One man said, oh are you going to be published in the bla bla blabla bla bla book? (Some technical law book), and I said I wasn’t sure.  My escort hadn’t arrived, and I was so upset and mad at him for leaving me there myself.  Finally he arrived! He was wearing man high heels so he was the same height as me.  I went down the 3 or 4 steps myself, but then they asked me to come back up.  There was a tall thin man with curly hair standing on the stage. When I got to the top step I put my hand out, and he took my hand and helped me up the last step,and kissed my hand.
I stood up with my escort, and the tall man was whispering to me how to hold my hand and where to point my nails (they were sparkly long purple nails).  Then, they announced I had won! I couldn’t believe it!  There had only been one person ahead of me, so they hadn’t even seen everyone but they had decided I was so refreshing that I had won. I thanked everyone and curtsied and went back to my room.
I was at my room relaxing and there was a knock on the door. I went to open the door and it was the female judge.  She asked me to come with her. I didn’t have my shoes on so I went in my stocking feet.  When we got there I hoped no one would notice.  I tried to make sure my dress covered my bare feet.
While standing up again on the platform, the lady said they had another thing for me to do. She said “Sing a fast song.  At least a verse and a chorus”. Umm ummm ummm my mind was blank.
I started singing “We wish you a merry Christmas” but she said no, no holiday music. I racked my brain over and over.  What could I sing?!?!
Suddenly, I started singing “Sunrise, Sunset”.  I was off key and forgot lots of words but made them up.  When I finished they were so pleased! They couldn’t believe I would have chosen such a great song. They all applauded, and I was allowed to leave. First though they played it back for me and it actually sounded much better than I had thought.
The lady judge followed me and told me I had so much potential and that maybe she would have to be my coach since I had never been coached before.
Just then, the door opened and about 10 girls came in. I knew they were the rest from the competition. They were all about 2 feet shorter than me, with blond hair and pink dresses. I thought they would be mad and mean to me since I won but they weren’t.   was some type of rare beauty that they liked. I was Canadian and they were British or something.  I was out of place because I felt so tall and big, but it was ok.  I suddenly wished I had sang “Ice Ice Baby” instead. That’s a really fast song. I wondered if that would have been better.

Sky Diving and Curse Breaking (OUAT)

We were skydiving over Disney World.  There were about 30 of us, friends and family, all sky diving. We knew we were over Disney because we could see the Mickey Mouse Club House down there.  We were each holding a balloon, which was keeping us sort of afloat, and we were drifting down and to the right. The balloons were the kind you could buy at Disney, big Mylar balloons of Tinkerbell, Minnie Mouse, Ect.
I looked down and we were still so far from even reaching the clouds!  At this rate, we would float way past Disney by the time we landed. I suggested to everyone that we let go of the balloons so speed up the landing. We all did.  Some people were falling at faster rates than others, and I was trying to keep everyone more or less together.  My mom and I were both holding on to my Grampie W who passed away a few years ago. We knew he had died but that he was there.  I asked him if this was weird for him, falling from the sky and he said yes, and he looked nervous.

Soon we were to the clouds, and it was foggy as we passed through.  I worried as we fell that I would have to go WAY back to the beginning of Disney world to get my shoes. Shoot.
We all landed, and we were in the very last part of Disney. Well the Disney that’s always in my dreams. We were at the Caboose restaurant.  There were people eating but it wasn’t too busy because it was mid afternoon. Thankfully, the man in charge had brought our shoes over so we wouldn’t have to go back and get them.
The scene changed and I was in a house. I had a little key and I was trying to turn it. I also had the password, which the first “number” was a picture of a round of cheese. Weird.  I guess I was Emma Swan from OUAT, and Regina and I had to get this key to unlock the curse and break all of the curse. Anyway, we realized that we had the wrong key. We had to go back to another guy’s house to get the right one.
We went into his house, and he was magic or something too, and desperate. He was once really bad but sort of had become good but we still couldn’t totally trust him. Somehow I managed to swipe all of the little keys, and we started running back to the house. (They were old historic looking houses).  The man and his friends were chasing us, but Regina put up a magic wall that would hold them back for a minute.
We got back to the house and they key worked!
Regina, and I were sitting around a large old table with a few of our friends.  Because they curse was broke we could each say one hope or dream that we wanted to happen.  The girl beside me with long blonde hair wished she could be a man again (I guess the curse had changed her into a woman). She didn’t know where she would live and Regina said she could stay there. My turn. I wished to live happily with Henry, find the love of my life, and be able to open my heart to love.
I thought about who it could be. At first I thought maybe it would be George from Hart of Dixie, but hoped it wouldn’t.  Just then a group of guys came to the door. They looked in the window (but I had my back to the window, so I didn’t see).  Everyone at the table except Regina and I passed out. What the… I realized after that they had all fainted at the handsomeness of a blonde man in the window (ha).
Then there was a knock on the door, and it was the blonde man. He asked for the woman with the long blonde hair (me).  His voice was a bit shaky like he couldn’t believe what he had seen.
I went to the door, and my knees grew weak, and I fainted, face down. When I got up I was so disoriented, I tried to go out the door but I ended up going the wrong way.  The man held me up and hugged me. He was about a foot taller than me, and wore a light blue, soft t-shirt. I had my cheek on his chest and I looked up at him to talk to him. I realized he looked like a teenager. I was like 35 or something, how could a teenager be in love with me and vice versa?  He had an English accent, and said “Oh Emma. I’ve been watching you since they day you were born. I love you so deeply, I’ll grown and wait for you”. I got the impression *as an outsider looking in), that he wasn’t actually a teenager.  He had been around a looong time somehow. I was so happy he had found me though

The Prince, the Stocky Man & Rumpelstiltskin

It started out that I was starting at a new job, in a big old brick/stone building. I went into the room on the third or 4th floor, and there were two girls there. They were kind of snobby and particular. One said that the boss wanted to talk to me on the phone. I hadn’t met him yet.  I took the phone and said in a nice phone voice “Hello~~”. I knew it annoyed the girls, thinking I was using a fake voice. The boss sounded excited and eager.
The boss asked me to look out the window. I could see down and he was down there working, building something with a few other guys. They were all smiling and asked me which room I was in so they could look up and see me. Now I had a large hat on, and I sort of hid behind it, but looked out the window. The boss saw me now, and beamed at me.  I went away from the window. He was beautiful and it made me nervous.
Now, I’m not sure if the boss was the same person but I think he was. We were a couple now, and we were walking down the hall together, hand in hand. It was really important for him that I always act completely proper. I think he was a prince actually, so there were a lot of customs to follow.  I forget what I did, but it made him mad because it wasn’t how I was supposed to act. He was so mad at me, and it felt like our relationship might end.
Fast forward. We were all in a banquet hall. Things were made of stone, ect.  There was a man there, he was shorter than the Prince, a bit stocky, with mousy brown hair, cut short with bangs, dressed in brown clothes.  Flash back, and I remembered he had come to my father to ask for my hand in marriage (This was all happening centuries ago I believe).  The same day, the prince had asked for my hand.  My father had chosen the prince, but not because he had more money, just because it was the better choice and I had felt more love for him.
The man in brown was very scorned and had carried around that anger.  I noticed him in the room, sitting behind us, and I asked my prince to ready his sword, because it seemed there would be an attack.  Before my prince had time to defend himself, the man in brown had stabbed him with tiny little swords the size of dinner forks. He had two of them. He planned to stab the eyes of my prince I think.  Something was weird too, like his own eyes had been stabbed (by himself?). It was terrifying.
I ran to my prince, he was laying on the ground with other surrounding him.  I got down on the floor and kissed his lips. True love’s kiss.  If anything could save him, it would be true love’s kiss. He started to wake a bit. I kissed him again, and could feel a bit of strength coming back. I knew then that our fight had been so trivial, and that we truly loved each other deeply.
Just then the door opened. There was Rumpelstiltskin, and his father (Not the Peter Pan version, but the regular man).  I knew somehow something had happened and they had come back to life. I was so relieved, Rumpel was alive!  They were obviously weak. I hugged Rumpel and asked frantically “Do you have magic?!”.  He nodded that yes he did. I said “Please you have to help us! That man is terrorizing the kingdom and if we don’t stop him he will kill everyone!!”
Then I woke up.

Portal to Another World

I don’t remember entirely this dream, but since it was the second of the same nature this week, I thought I should write it down.
It started out that my Dad and I were in another country. Somewhere like Indonesia or Philippines, or something.  We were at a market, and I needed some cold medicine. My dad walked in and said “Do you have any drugs?!” He meant medicine, but I was like “DAD! You can’t say that here in the middle of the street!”. I guess the guy understood Korean because I asked for medicine in Korean. First I asked for headache medicine, and he didn’t have any, so I asked for cold medicine. He said wait he’d go get some. He had to go to another shop to buy them and I wished I had known there was a Yak Guk (Pharmacy) near, and I could have gone myself. He came back with a blister pack of medicine.
At that moment, I knew something was wrong. I knew we were about to be attacked.  They had been suspicious of us, and they were worried (even though we really were no threat). The shop keeper was handing me the medicine, but I could see in my eyes, he was waiting for someone on the outside to jump in. To protect us, I had to kill one of their people.  After I killed that one person, I killed several more. There were a lot of them.
I was running away, trying to escape, when a whole bunch of them came in with weapons. Clubs, knives… I was so outnumbered, someone told me to run up to the ceiling. I was walking along the beams of the ceiling trying to escape.  I knew I had to get out of this place. Somehow, I knew I had to get to a different land, I needed a portal. I reached into my pocket and found a magic bean. I threw it out in front of me, and jumped.  There was water below, and a portal had opened. I landed with a thud back in my own time.
Next scene, I was with my brother, sister in law, mom, family ect.  My brother said he had brought this woman in, and I had to go meet her. I realized it was a woman from the group of people I had just fought. WHAT! WHY did he bring her? I finally just escaped! I was so stressed and worried about going to meet her, and that she could hurt/kill me. I regretted that i had killed those people, but at the time it had felt like the only way. I looked back and thought, I had to kill the first one, and then after that I just kept going…. maybe I over did it…. I was feeling regretful, and torn about what I had done and what had to have been done.
So the weird thing, a few days ago, I had a similar dream. Suddenly I fell through a portal or something into this different time and place.  I forget everything that had happened, but there was a struggle and fight with one group of people. The chief or someone and his people.  When they were gone, it was just me and this one woman alone. (I was a man).  She didn’t trust me, and I knew that. I didn’t trust her either. She acted like we might be able to live half peacefully, but I knew at any second she could spring on me and try to attack me.  I forget what else happened though because it morphed into a dream about us going to Cuba for vacation, and Cuba Gooding Junior working at the security booth.

Band Practice

Pre Dream: I was having a dream that my friend D had a radio station. I could hear it playing but not very well. My friend A said I would have to raise up the height of my wire or transmitter or something in order to hear it.  He found a spot where it was high enough and said I had to plug my buckle into it. (I know, weird).  I did and he said I would get the bill for data used later, so I quickly unbuckled it. Didn’t need the connection that bad! Now onto the real dream.
Alright, I had gone back to University.  I went to listen to my friend’s band rehearse. I was there with the guys, and they were singing and playing. I didn’t know the song, but I was thinking it might be nice if I could sing the harmony. Hmm… how do I do that? I wasn’t really sure actually. I started quietly singing myself, and I noticed that they were already doing a great job with the harmony. I didn’t know the words so it was kind of hard.
My friend, M was there.  And we were hanging out and having fun. He was encouraging me to sing with them. I felt like I would have been a lot more comfortable if I was playing a guitar and singing because I would have more control, but I didn’t even know how to play that song.  One friend J, nudged us and asked if we were dating, and I said “Nope!”, M said “I am man! Hear me roar!”. And he meant that he just got jealous when I was with someone else, that’s all, but he was kind of teasing.
It was time to go back to our rooms, and M and I left. In a reflection on the door I could see myself. I had a cute hat on and I was all bundled up. I was wearing slightly flared jeans. I thought skinny jeans would have been better, but I didn’t mind. I was find with my body, even though I had gained weight. M walked behind me, pushing me through the yard.  In a fun way.  I let him push me and kept my feet on the ground, like I was skating with shoes one.
My friend T came, and was like “What are you doing?!”. I told her I was skating, and going home. She said “You guys aren’t together are you?!” And I said no, reminded her I Was married, and that we would never be together!”.  M left, and T and I started walking together. We got to an escalator, and started up.  When we almost got to the top, a few of the steps started going in the wrong direction. We were like “What the…” and we jumped over and got up to the top.
We looked back and saw another guy stuck on the weird steps. He was trying to go up and he kept ending up going back down. I felt like we should help me, when I realized he was special.  He needed extra help. I guess we didn’t help him though?
We got to the elevator, and started to get one. We were going up but the elevator was going down. but we decided to get one anyway and wait for it to go back up. I didn’t push the button because I knew it would just delete once we got to the bottom. A weird short man with red hair and freckles was running the machine. He had his shirt unbuttoned way down, and his chest was covered in hairless freckles. He had an earring on.  He was about 50 years old. He reminded me of a man I knew, R, but it wasn’t him.

Past Life Memory Dream

Alright so I was hoping I might get a glimpse into a past life last night. I think I might have.
I can hardly remember this dream.. it’s so vague because it happened early in the night. I think I was part of an Indian tribe. I know that I saw the name of a tribe in my dream but I can’t remember what it was Sioux is in my head, but I don’t think that was it.  Anyway, another group of people were there as well.  I thought at first it was white people (I mean I thought when I woke up), but now I think it may have been another group of Indians, different than us.  They had the upper hand, and there was something sinister.They had more power or more weapons, or something.
I gained their trust and had them believe that we were obedient to them somehow.  Then when I thought the time was right, I had them distracted and tried to lead my own people to safety and escape.  I wasn’t fast enough and they turned and saw us.  I know at that time I had to use my bow and arrow to protect and defend.  Some of my arrows were flims like straw but some worked.  I’m not sure what happened next.
I was trying so hard to remember this dream that it got into other dreams. A friend R had posted something in a book or something asking for people to talk about dreams about past lives and I wrote about it there. It was weird because somehow I found a way to tpe on the page, even though it was a printbook. I held my phone in front of it and typed to send it to her instantly.