Is it the shoes?

In this dream, i’m preparing to go out with a few people. I’m not sure if it’s a “date” or not, but i do know that i like a man in our “party” and want him to notice me. My shoes are black ?suede with a low thin heel. Vintage looking, but classic. We’re almost ready to go when i remember i forgot something (jewelry?) and need to run back to my room to get it. 

I go downstairs (Manassas house) to retrieve what i’ve forgotten and then i’m crossing a stone walk way over the ocean. There are no rails and the waves are very high, coming over the side of the bridge. I have to time my crossing with the waves and each time a large wave comes, i jump up and float above it until it goes by. This occurs three times and then i’m at the door of a ?crypt.  

The door is stuck and i pull on it until the whole panel of the crypt comes out. It’s heavy – a slab of stone or marble. I tuck the panel away so i can put it back when i’m finished getting what i came for. Inside the crypt it’s my room. The furnishings are velvets and silks. Mostly red. I go to the dresser to get my jewelry. I find an old bottle of perfume i like (Magie Noire) and spray some on thinking maybe if i smell nice the man i like will notice and like me. After i spray it on i’m worried that maybe it’s too old and doesn’t smell like it did when i wore it in my younger days. I ask Lois if it smells okay and she says it does but she’s choking/coughing a little from breathing in the mist in the closed space. 

 

Still, i feel pretty good about myself and my great shoes and head back out of the tomb. I wake up as i’m putting the stone slab back in place.

She's leaving home....

I’m at work (it seems like the original Waters Edge office) and realize i really need to start packing up my personal stuff and bringing it home. As i look around me i realize i have a LOT of personal shit and wonder where i’m going to put it once i get it home. There’s the old Grundig, a wooden bookshelf that belongs to me, a BUNCH of plants. I feel overwhelmed and don’t know how i’m going to get it all home. Then i remember i have a pick-up truck and feel a little better, thinking that as long as i can get somebody to help me get it into the back of the truck, i can get it home. As for all the plants, i decide to give away as many as i can and only keep the roots of the ones that are important to me.

This is a new kind of stress dream! Obviously related to my real-life waking situation of having to start closing down this 26+ year relationship/career.  The interesting thing about the dream is the symbolism. The old Grundig. The old ’75 Chevy pick-up. Both of those items have been out of my life for longer than i’ve worked at this company. And the plants…  i often dream of the plants and the panicky feeling that i haven’t watered them in i don’t know how long and i’m worried they’ll all be dead. Maybe it’s my psyche cleaning out debris to make ready for the next adventure? Or maybe the Grundig and pick-up truck are symbols of a happier, freer, easier time in my life. I had great times driving that ol’ rust-bucket of a truck.

Luckily, i don’t really have that much personal stuff to bring home but i have a feeling that the dream is trying to tell me something else but i can’t quite understand it yet. 

Hammer of the gods

The setting is a some old ?English pub. Hardwood floors, wood paneling, kind of dusty like it hasn’t been used in a long time. Most of the furniture is gone but there are a few wooden chairs and tables near some windows. The windows don’t let much light in because they’re so grimy. There’re two guys standing near the mirrored bar and they are holding a guitar. It’s not a typical guitar because the neck is very long – twice as long as normal. One guy is holding the body of the guitar while the other guy, young 

Jimmy Page, is holding up the neck and playing it with a bow. The sound isn’t great but not completely unpleasant either. Behind my right shoulder, fiddling with something  ?a microphone stand? is the young Robert Plant looking like Norse god-like. John Bonham is sitting in the chair to my left. His shoulders are MASSIVE. The guy holding the body of the gui

tar must be John Paul Jones. I feel such love towards Jimmy. While he and JPJ mess with the strange guitar, i lean over Bonzo and take his hands in mine. I’m surprised at how fine, almost feminine, his hands are knowing what a power drummer he is. Even his forearms aren’t bulky as you’d expect but his shoulders are massive. He reminds me of a bison. He’s very sweet and soft-spoken and i can’t help but rub his shoulders and pet his head and kiss his cheek. I think on some level in this dream i know that he’s dead and i’m just trying to appreciate being able to touch him for a while in the dream. Plant isn’t a big part of the dream really, but his presence is a beautiful “glow” or presence in the room. Occasionally i hear him say something to Jimmy and JPJ but i don’t recall that he speaks to me directly. They’re preparing for a show that will be held in this dusty space later (tonight).

The dream morphs. Now Jimmy Page and i are standing outside at the bottom of a flight of cement steps leading up to a ?brownstone. There are about five or six step up to brown wooded double doors. There’s a handbill on the door. It all looks old and abandoned. The handbill is still in good shape but it’s from a long time ago. On it is pictured a nice looking young lady with long red hair. It’s Jimmy’s old girlfriend. He wants us to go inside and make love and asks me to put on a red wig because he wants to pretend i’m the girl in the handbill. I’m so happy to be with him, i agree because i really want him to be happy. We’re in a “bohemian” bedroom with a purple velvet cover on the bed.  I’m wearing the long red hair and performing oral sex on Jimmy. I feel beautiful and happy.

Strawberry Fields brings me out of the dream. :o( 

Leela: The Game of Self-Knowlege

I'm in a "play" ground. The ground cover is red stones. There seems to be a specific order or path to follow to enjoy the "games" and i'm attempting to follow the path in the order it was intended. There's a gate that leads to a zigzag path (weave polls?) to some swings. I enjoy each section until i reach some ?monkey bars. I begin to climb the ladder to hand-walk through the bars but see a very large cobra is coiled around the top of the 'feature' and it frightens me, so i skip that one and head to the next. The next obstacle is an ornate kind of "play house" that is painted in the manner of the old Victorian houses and is very charming. I really want to go inside and play but i notice that there's another large cobra underneath the stairs and i'm too

afraid to walk over the snake because i know it's waiting for me to try.

I leave the play ground and go out through another gate and find that the playground is contained within a larger playground. I hurry through to the next gate because i'm sure that the cobras are following me.

When i woke up from this dream i immediately got the snakes and ladders theme of it but have been puzzling over it, wondering what am i supposed to be doing? One can't confront a cobra. Or is that what i'm supposed to do? The insight is right in front of me but i can't find it.