wet laundry on moving day

In the dream i'm in a house that is familiar and not all at the same time. I'm thinking it might've been the house that my family lived in for eleven months in Wappingers Falls. We weren't there long enough for it to ever feel like home. Anyways, i've done a load of laundry and it's in a basket all wet and waiting to be put in the dryer when ?mom tells me i have to pack up my stuff because we're moving to another house. I figure i'll just take my wet laundry with and dry it at the other place. Then i decide i may as well strip my bed and take my sheets and pillow cases with me to wash at the other place. I wonder if i should take some pairs of shoes too but decided not to because i figure i can just stop by this house if i need other shoes. While i'm trying to decide if i should take my good pillow or just use the ones at the other house i fall awake.

I don't know what it meant, but since i fell awake i figured i may as well do a load of laundry.

Coraline dreams

Last night the dream started out that i was in my house i live in now but it was still located at Castlemill (where Waverly Place is now). I had my tin of Skybox basketball cards and was wondering how much cash i could get for them if i wanted to sell them. Then i apparently fell to sleep inside that dream.

Everything is sepia toned. I'm still at Castlemill but everything is desolate. I walk up the road towards Kildaire and there's just a lot of open fields and a few shanty shacks. One of them is occupied and i go to that one. The man inside is a trader/dealer/businessman of some kind and i ask him to buy my tin of Skybox cards. He takes the box and looks at few and says "I'll give you five thousand dollars for the lot" and i begin to cry and tell him "You've saved my life." I leave the "store" with my money and there's another girl with me. Angie? Anyways she tells me that he'll re-sell the tin and get ten thousand for it and get his money back plus profit. I tell her i don't care, i just am happy with so much money. I apparently have a job but it doesn't pay enough and i'm going to lose the house. I have an idea and go back in to the shop and ask the man if i can work for him. He explains that with the economy he can't afford to pay me much. I'm a bit crestfallen because i think he's a good man. As i'm leaving it occurs to me that maybe i could work a few hours in his shop doing some typing AFTER my other job. I turn around and ask him and as he mulls it over....

I wake up and i'm in my current bed in my current house in it's current location with all of my basketball cards - the tin and all my albums. I'm remembering the time that Larry Bird and Charles Barkley came over for dinner and my mom cooked a great meal. I'm amazed that i'd forgotten that but clearly remember Larry in a green polo type shirt with small white horizontal stripes and Charles in his oxford cotton shirt with the button-down collar. I remember standing outside the house (when it was still at Castlemill) saying good bye to them and not wanting them to leave.

And i wake up again. I'm in my current bed, current house, current location and Scott is sleeping next to me and all my basketball cards are still on the bed. I tell him about Charles and Larry visiting one time and how i hate SSRI's i take for depression because they make me forget stuff and then when i remember i'm not sure if it's real or not. I ask him if he believes me that Larry and Charles came over and he says "I believe that you dreamed that that happened" and i get confused because it seems like it really happened but it's possible i just dreamed that i dreamed it happened.

Then i woke up for real and felt really happy that i'd got to spend some quality time with Larry Bird and Charles Barkley and thought how amused mom would be when i tell her the dream because she's a big Larry Bird fan. :o)


That was the most multi-leveled dream i ever recall having and i'm still not convinced that once upon a time when the house was still on Castlemill that Larry and Charles didn't came over for dinner. It SEEMS like it really happened. Maybe that was in the parallel. Maybe all the levels of the dream were just different parallels of this life. And it's true about the SSRI's. I think that's how they work. They make recalling things very difficult because they wipe out your random access memory. Yesterday i could not for the life of me think of Dave Letterman's last name. I could remember "Dave" and i could see his face very clearly. But the last name that kept popping into my head was either Mason or Matthews. Finally, after searching and searching my brain retrieved LETTERMAN from the basement. That is SO annoying. But it's better than being a prisoner of the Beast.

In the dream i'm visiting Shari's son. I sit down with him at a school cafeteria table and he tells me about school and shows me a picture that he drew and colored. I'm amazed and gladdened at his recovery. Then, i'm at a v-ball tourney with Scott and Pete. Pete and are walking up the street and i'm telling him about Shari's son, the circumstances of his illness and his apparently miraculous recovery but begin sobbing and can't continue.


In this world, Shari's son contracted meningitis within days after his birth but was initially misdiagnosed by hospital doctors. By the time he was diagnosed, he'd suffered severe, irreversible brain damage and blindness. It was one of the worst tragedies i've even witnessed first hand in real life. According to the doctor i worked for at the time, the child would live as long as if he'd never been ill and to me that was a fate of living hell. I guess he's in his early twenties now. I've had other dreams of him and he's always able to talk to me. Whenever i have those dreams i hope it's a message from the Universal Mind that the child has finally been released from his prison and is finished with this world but i don't know. Poor sweet baby.

The first dream had to do with a trip. I'm flying on an airplane with the sabre-tooth. When we get to our destination i start chatting with a pilot who informs me that people often pack their cats in their luggage or in the overhead bin and the cats die. I'm horrified and saddened and wonder how people can make such mistakes when there are signs posted everywhere about the dangers of improperly packing cats. ? Weird and funny now but i was pretty upset in the dream.

Next dream: We're in a hospital room. A woman (i don't think it was me but i'm not sure who it was) had given birth and was sleeping in her bed all hooked up to the various electronics that hospitals have. The baby is in a bed across the room and they're still connected by some major vessel that ran from the woman's wrist to the baby. Could have been the umbilical cord maybe. Anyways, the baby is dead and i want the nurse to disconnect them so the baby can be taken away. I keep touching the baby and it's still a little warm but is getting cool. It's color is mottled but otherwise it's very cute. Finally the nurse came and put a mask over the mother's face (which was actually the baby's face) and gave her ?ether so she wouldn't feel when they were disconnected. Then the nurse clamped off the vessel attached to the woman's wrist. That's all i remember.

Right before Strawberry Fields beckoned i was dreaming that Shari (an long-ago high school friend) was planning on having a party. Sharon (another long-ago friend) and i were in her house helping her. It was a very cool house - the family room had a big vaulted ceiling and a huge glass wall looking out on to the green meadow in the front of the house. I went outside to walk up the road and it was Trails End (the road i grew up on in VA). I walked past Passmore's house and Daymude's house and when i got to the end of the road at Kahn's i lit up a cigarette and began walking up the hill to go back to Shari's house. I think her house was actually the Jackson's or Davis' house. Could've maybe been the Harlow's i guess. Anyways, i came in to her house through the kitchen door and the kitchen was very messy. The sink was overflowing with dirty dishes and the garbage can was overflowing with rubbish. I put out the cigarette by dipping it in some liquid in one of the coffee cups in the sink, wrapped it in a paper towel and smooshed it on to the pile of garbage then i woke up. I haven't seen Sharon and Shari in a lot of years. It was nice to see them again.

The dream starts out in a nice formal, structured garden like the kind you'd find at an estate. A raggedy man approaches me from behind some ?cypress trees and i see it's the Wizard of Oz but he's dressed in his traveling magician clothes that he wore in Kansas. He ?says something to me and i turn around. In a little clump of bushes with yellow flowers there's a fairly large snake. It looks like a rattler but it doesn't have a rattle. He picks up the snake and hands it to me. I take it without fear. It's skin is bumpy or rough. Like crystals sort of, or as if the snake had fish scales and the scales were raised out some. This surprises me because i know that snakes are usually very smooth and soft to the touch.

I'm in the mall i go to sometimes in dreams and walk into a tiny little store that sells bras. The young slim girl behind the counter points towards a door in the back of the store and indicates i should go to an adjacent store that is more fully stocked so i go out the door. Now i'm in a strip mall that seems familiar. I know i've been to the drug store here (in dreams) and that store never has what i'm looking for. Anyways, i see a little shop that hasn't been here before and go in. It's more like a little cottage than a store but there are bras everywhere so i guess it's the right place. As i'm poking around the inventory, there are two guys. One is sitting in one of two chairs that are in what would be a living room if this was a house. One of the guys reminds me of a young Jack Nicholson. He's kind of scraggly looking and makes me nervous when my back is to him. The other guy is out of my line of sight so i have no idea what he looks like but i know he's there because i can hear him and the Jack Nicholson guy talking. I think the other guy is maybe in what would be a kitchen if this was a house. Jane Russell comes out from a little hall that, if this were a house, would probably lead to bedrooms. She seems really nice and i think she's going to assist me in finding what i'm looking for when she walks over to a little vent or door close up to the ceiling and opens it. Pale green spiders about the size of walnuts, thousands of them, come pouring out of the vent towards me and i realize it's a trap and that she thinks the spiders will kill me. We (the spiders and i) recognize each other and i kind of laugh because i know that the spiders are my allies not hers. Sure enough the spiders change direction like a big flock of birds do sometimes (it's an amazing sight) and swarm all over the men in the other rooms and kill them. Jane smiles (but now i think she's Joan Crawford maybe) and asks me if i would like to have some tea as if nothing had happened. She points to a round table with a flowered table-cloth that is set for tea. I smile and we pour some tea then sit down in the living room (it apparently IS a house). She turns on an old television (she actually has to pull the little button to turn it on!) and we watch one of her old black and white movies and drink green tea.

Bird of Paradise vs. Wind Serpent

In the dream there is a group of girls that are, just for fun, using a captured wind serpent to kill birds in a lush meadow. The wind serpent is small and fits in a hand like a gun. The girls "aim" the wind serpent at the bird and the wind serpent spits out a stream of venom that kills the bird. As they are killing a ?blue bird i attempt to intervene but grabbing the bird but i'm too late and the bird falls to the ground dead. The group of girls laugh at their accomplishment and laugh at me for my failed attempt. I'm enraged but helpless against them. The are like a pack of cheerleaders and harpies all combined.

On a city street in ?Belgium one of the wild wind serpents roosts in a tree and people on the street level (i think i'm in a nearby tree and maybe i'm a bird) are all looking up and pointing at it. A flock of carrion birds swoops down on the tree and begin to peck at the serpent. The birds are very large buzzards except their plumage is beautiful. Each on is different but they're all the same kind of bird. ?

I'm once again in the meadow and the girls have spotted another bird to target. It's the most beautiful bird i've ever seen. It's a tiny bird - not as small as a hummingbird but nearly - and it has a long sweeping tail. The colors are mainly blue-green but there is an iridescence that gives it a pearly golden sheen too. Incredibly gorgeous. I know i have to save it. I grab the bird but it's mad and wants to fight the serpent and i have difficulty holding on to it. Then i run up to the girl that has the wind serpent and grab it from her hand. Now i have the bird in one hand and the serpent in the other. The bird is trying to get at the serpent but the serpent, no longer being used as a weapon, is just trying to get away and be free again. It's also a beautiful creature. Like an eel sort of but scalier and more dragon like but it has a fin running along it's back and how it flies is not apparent. It doesn't seem to have wings. I get near the edge of the meadow where there's a big stone house, let the serpent go and watch it fly into the tree tops. I take the bird into the house and wake up.