Art and Eruptions
There were several dreams before, but the ones I can remember pick up at the point where I attend this meeting at the UU fellowship/church I'm going to. I remember walking into the room and there are two of my co-workers and their friend, my former supervisor. I sat far away from everyone. Afterwards, I went home and somehow, I must be in my old home in Greenwood.
I received a package in the mail and open it up to find some very nice high-quality, textured cards and envelopes. Further inside the box, I find bath soaps or something.... and a note of some sort that has some online screen names a "certain person" used to use and photos of his parents with their names. It was like some sort of card that his guy created as a kid and found, but decided to send to me. I remember showing it to my husband and questioning myself as to whether I should send it back or hang on to it to see what happened next. I was actually pretty irritated that he sent these things at all.
Then I remember walking into a room where a bunch of people from work and the UU church were congregated together in. It was some sort of important art meeting. We were to sketch these images that were supposed to be part of some project we were working on so that we wouldn't forget when we left the room what they looked like. I did a very nice drawing that somehow turned into a cake when I was finished...? We all put our works on a cart and it was to be wheeled off somewhere. Then one particular co-worker of mine set something on top of my work that totally messed it up. I was sooooo angry with him and ran off stomping mad. When I came back, someone told me he had been wrote up.
I walk out of the building and end up at some sort of auction at my old college. There are these sailor looking dudes trying to sell food and doo-dads and such. I'm so bored. My current boss is there and I get the impression I'm supposed to attend this auction, so I sit there for a few minutes. I finally realize I've had enough and leave with an ice cream sandwich I saw sitting there.. why not, it's melting anyway.
I walk past a bunch of younger college students who just got back from a trip and the others I was just with at the auction run up to meet them while the auctioneers take off on a ship. I'm feeling bad because I knew something I didn't tell the sailor auctioneers that could have saved their lives. I just sent them off to their deaths somehow. I'm telling this guy that I know very well (must be my husband) about it as if I had already talked with him before... and now my worst fears were realized. I must have had some sort of premonition. Then what I knew was awaiting them begun. It was almost dark now. I was remembering everything as if I had seen it on some old 80's movie, except in the movie, it was some young guy who was the lone survivor... hero. He was stuck in this A-frame house on the very top of a hill. There were huge eruptions under the water in N.Y. by the Statue of Liberty. It was underwater volcanoes. I remember saying they didn't happen quite like that, but they were erupting and so we moved to higher ground because I knew the entire place was going to flood with water. Once inside the A-frame house at the top of the highest hill, my husband invited a hamster in. I don't know why but I was scared of it. He let it down to run loose and I remember thinking that I didn't want this creature to crap on the carpet. The next thing I knew, it was licking my husband's feet like a dog... and now it was suddenly a cute puppy nibbling on his toes!!! Then the dream ended and I remembered I had to get up and get ready for the day.... we're celebrating Memorial Day with some friends. :)
I received a package in the mail and open it up to find some very nice high-quality, textured cards and envelopes. Further inside the box, I find bath soaps or something.... and a note of some sort that has some online screen names a "certain person" used to use and photos of his parents with their names. It was like some sort of card that his guy created as a kid and found, but decided to send to me. I remember showing it to my husband and questioning myself as to whether I should send it back or hang on to it to see what happened next. I was actually pretty irritated that he sent these things at all.
Then I remember walking into a room where a bunch of people from work and the UU church were congregated together in. It was some sort of important art meeting. We were to sketch these images that were supposed to be part of some project we were working on so that we wouldn't forget when we left the room what they looked like. I did a very nice drawing that somehow turned into a cake when I was finished...? We all put our works on a cart and it was to be wheeled off somewhere. Then one particular co-worker of mine set something on top of my work that totally messed it up. I was sooooo angry with him and ran off stomping mad. When I came back, someone told me he had been wrote up.
I walk out of the building and end up at some sort of auction at my old college. There are these sailor looking dudes trying to sell food and doo-dads and such. I'm so bored. My current boss is there and I get the impression I'm supposed to attend this auction, so I sit there for a few minutes. I finally realize I've had enough and leave with an ice cream sandwich I saw sitting there.. why not, it's melting anyway.
I walk past a bunch of younger college students who just got back from a trip and the others I was just with at the auction run up to meet them while the auctioneers take off on a ship. I'm feeling bad because I knew something I didn't tell the sailor auctioneers that could have saved their lives. I just sent them off to their deaths somehow. I'm telling this guy that I know very well (must be my husband) about it as if I had already talked with him before... and now my worst fears were realized. I must have had some sort of premonition. Then what I knew was awaiting them begun. It was almost dark now. I was remembering everything as if I had seen it on some old 80's movie, except in the movie, it was some young guy who was the lone survivor... hero. He was stuck in this A-frame house on the very top of a hill. There were huge eruptions under the water in N.Y. by the Statue of Liberty. It was underwater volcanoes. I remember saying they didn't happen quite like that, but they were erupting and so we moved to higher ground because I knew the entire place was going to flood with water. Once inside the A-frame house at the top of the highest hill, my husband invited a hamster in. I don't know why but I was scared of it. He let it down to run loose and I remember thinking that I didn't want this creature to crap on the carpet. The next thing I knew, it was licking my husband's feet like a dog... and now it was suddenly a cute puppy nibbling on his toes!!! Then the dream ended and I remembered I had to get up and get ready for the day.... we're celebrating Memorial Day with some friends. :)
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