TRIGGER WARNING: I talk about an active shooter scenario in this post.
Hello, my fellow bent minders and friends!
This month, I am going to keep things “light and airy” since we are in the holiday season. Some posts may or may not have anything at all to do with mental illness. The December posts are designed to be fun. And some blog posts may actually be about Christmas! Ho! Ho! Ho! So, stay tuned!
But this first one, as we start off the month of December, is on one of my very favorite topics: Dreams!
I had these dreams earlier this year, around summertime, I think. But they were so vivid and memorable and worth noting. So, stick around …
The first one started in my hometown of Wadesboro, N.C., near my house. I was walking down the street, and the next thing I knew this rather cute guy, dark-haired and moustached, was walking next to me. I think he had a ballcap on. Anyway, it seems we were walking to J.R. Faison Elementary School, the school that served as the hub for all buses heading to the elementary, junior high and high schools.
The next thing I knew, we were on a bus heading God knows where. Suddenly, this guy wanted to … well, you know – 😉😉. And we did and nobody seemed to notice.
Flash forward to Atlanta several years later, and I find myself walking – or rather stumbling -down Piedmont toward where Smith’s Olde Bar is (or used to be???). I don’t pay attention. Anyway, there were a row of condos there, and one of them was mine. I assume I was coming home from the bar, probably Hideaway, but I was soooo drunk. I managed to make it home, but I couldn’t get in at first. Suddenly, the door opens and it is this same guy. Apparently, we are partnered and have been for several years at this point. And it seems he was at the bar with me, but left me there because he wanted to come home, and I didn’t. He wasn’t angry, but he wasn’t too happy either. The next thing I knew we are upstairs in a fabulously decorated condo, and in bed. He is naked, and well, we – you know. 😉😉.
Flash forward to what appears to be my college alma mater – UNC Chapel Hill. And I think we were at Hill Hall where I spent the majority of my time there in the music department. There are a lot of students around, and he is working as a janitor, I think, because he wore a uniform, and he was carrying in lots of bottled water and appeared to be mopping and sweeping. I was trying to get his attention, but he wouldn’t talk to me. No matter what I tried, he ignored me. And the kicker is it was our 15th anniversary, and I kept trying to talk to him about what he wanted to do, but he continued to ignore me. Then the dream ended.
The next dream a couple of nights later started off with the current object of my love – a different guy than the previous dream and whom shall remain nameless. In this dream, he won $9,000 in some lottery game, I don’t remember which. The next thing I know I am his chauffeur, and he wanted to go to Jimmy Dean’s restaurant, which I thought was very, very strange. We started off on a bike, a two-seater, with him in the back, which turned into a car. We pull up to the drive-thru, which I don’t even know if Jimmy Dean’s has a drive-thru, and he orders. Then he is in the seat next to me, kissing me. He tells me that he knows that I love him, and he loves me and why don’t I just marry him. I say yes.
Then the dream shifts to the two of us working a concert, whose I don’t know. But the place is packed. We are handing out programs, and he is on one level and I am on the one above. Something told me in the dream to watch out, because there was going to be trouble. Sure enough there is an active shooter. All the people around me duck for cover, as do I. But he ends up shooting several people, and he escapes. I panic and run to the lower level to discover that my lover was one of the victims!!! And Maxie Jones, from General Hospital, was his doctor😂🤣😅. (Believe me, this character is NOT a doctor on the show!!) He was shot in the chest, and she was applying pressure to stop the bleeding. I sat there and held his hand and kept telling him, through tears, to hold on. I mean, it was something out of a soap opera. Of course. But he appeared to be dying. He was not responsive, but after all my begging and pleading, (and Maxie’s brilliant work LOL), he squeezed my hand. I was beyond overjoyed, screaming rapturously as he squeezed my hand over and over. He was going to be okay. Everyone around us applauded.
Then fast forward to him leaving the hospital with me by his side. He was leaning on me, but I think he was on crutches, too, which was also odd. I mean, why not a wheelchair? And we were walking. But anyway, he said that God told him that I was supposed to take care of him and live with him and love him forever. I said yeah, right. And there was funny banter back and forth between us as we went along. Then suddenly I was in front of this woman or man, I don’t remember which who said the strangest thing, that we are the exact same souls we both have always been through time, but just in different bodies during this lifetime. Those were the words. Then I wake up, pondering things …
The next dream had me in an episode of Charlie’s Angels, which isn’t a shock. I dream this all the time. But what was strange was – well, let me tell you. It is the Season 4 episode “Angels at the Altar,” yes with Shelley Hack, and of course Kim Cattrall of Sex and the City fame guest starring as Kelly Garrett’s best friend. Well, the cast is there, including Bosley, and I guess I’m an honorary angel. I remember Cheryl Ladd wanted to go swimming, and Shelley Hack and David Doyle were just kinda hanging out. So, I started talking to my favorite angel, Jaclyn Smith. The subject of pregnancy came up. So, I brought up her son Gaston, and I said to her – wasn’t he born in 1979? And she said no. It was 1982.
So, later when I was awake I realized it couldn’t have been 1979 since she was on the show at the time, and that would have been close to impossible. So, I looked it up and sure enough, Gaston was born March 19 – in the year 1982!! I nearly fell out. How could I have known that???? Insert Twilight Zone theme here …
I am just wondering what is going on in my mind to conjure up such fantastic and incredible dreams. Hmmm I think it bears closer examination down the road …
But at any rate, that is it for today, my friends. I do hope you enjoyed this.
By all means, if you have any thoughts on the above dreams, leave me a comment below. Also, tell me about your strange dreams.
And until the next time, and as always, please be mentally well!!!
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