Post by themightyjenjen on Feb 10, 2005 17:54:36 GMT -5
Some where in the very deepest sleep I half remember working with Katie and Moo on the astral plane to get my wall down, but I don’t remember anything really about it, it was as if our spirits were sitting in a nebula somewhere discussing it.
I was lying in bed, in was daylight out, early morning, I realized I had left the door open a crack after getting *another * glass of water, and the light was on- except it wasn’t the actual light in the bedroom it was one of those large rectangular fluorescent lights. I did not want to get up so I concentrated on the door for just a moment and it closed and latched. Shane shifted in his sleep and managed to flip the light off using the same means I had- the door popped open again though- I focused and it closed again.
I had a rather disturbing dream about working on a play- on a set rather similar to the on I had been in last night trying to help spirits cross over. In fact it may have been the same- all for the fact that the some of the areas I stood in I hadn’t been in at all. A lot of people were there all working on this huge set, there was a bunch of folks screwing together this massive multifunctional piece, one side a bedroom set, another a living room, and another a book set and cupboard. They wanted to flip it, and even a child was helping them, this child (could not tell boy or girl I will use she for simplicity) must have been two or three years- she got her fingers pinched in a door or drawer that slid shut. I ran up and helped her- she were crying loudly- so I got on my knees and looked at her eye to eye and said- “Do you think maybe something cold would feel better?” She calmed and said it would- so I took her by the hand and we ran to the fridge on the opposite side of the stage. I opened the freezer- there were a whole bunch of opened Popsicles that were half eaten. I was kind of grossed out. I saw some ice packs, but she had already grabbed one of the opened- half eaten Popsicles- I told her “ No- that’s yucky.” But she had already bitten. Then the dream fast-forwarded. The audience was all there, and Lyla (a little girl I helped take care of from age 1 to 4) was there too, except she was only two years old again. She yelled for me and I turned as she jumped into my arms, I hugged her and swung her around. I was so happy to see her. But it was time for the show to start, so I told her that she should go sit with mom- who was sitting on the bottom front row- on metal bleachers. So she ran and sat next to mom, Lyla was wearing a cute bright red coat, with her hood up. She smiled at me and I smiled back. I turned and I guess I went and did whatever I was supposed to on set, and when I came back to the place where Lyla and her mom sat I realized it was raining on them, and Lyla was laying in the watery mud on her back, looking up. Her mom just sat there- dazed, eyes focused off somewhere beyond this realm. I went to run at Lyla and pull her up out of the mud, but something unseen held me back by my elbows. The audience started piling out of the bleacher, almost running down them and trampling Lyla, she was being crushed, sinking deeper into the mud, and I couldn’t get them to stop- I was screaming at the top of my lungs for them to stop, but they couldn’t hear me. I realized that Lyla was gone, and only that bright red coat was left. And I woke up.
More to come:
:-*JenJen
I was lying in bed, in was daylight out, early morning, I realized I had left the door open a crack after getting *another * glass of water, and the light was on- except it wasn’t the actual light in the bedroom it was one of those large rectangular fluorescent lights. I did not want to get up so I concentrated on the door for just a moment and it closed and latched. Shane shifted in his sleep and managed to flip the light off using the same means I had- the door popped open again though- I focused and it closed again.
I had a rather disturbing dream about working on a play- on a set rather similar to the on I had been in last night trying to help spirits cross over. In fact it may have been the same- all for the fact that the some of the areas I stood in I hadn’t been in at all. A lot of people were there all working on this huge set, there was a bunch of folks screwing together this massive multifunctional piece, one side a bedroom set, another a living room, and another a book set and cupboard. They wanted to flip it, and even a child was helping them, this child (could not tell boy or girl I will use she for simplicity) must have been two or three years- she got her fingers pinched in a door or drawer that slid shut. I ran up and helped her- she were crying loudly- so I got on my knees and looked at her eye to eye and said- “Do you think maybe something cold would feel better?” She calmed and said it would- so I took her by the hand and we ran to the fridge on the opposite side of the stage. I opened the freezer- there were a whole bunch of opened Popsicles that were half eaten. I was kind of grossed out. I saw some ice packs, but she had already grabbed one of the opened- half eaten Popsicles- I told her “ No- that’s yucky.” But she had already bitten. Then the dream fast-forwarded. The audience was all there, and Lyla (a little girl I helped take care of from age 1 to 4) was there too, except she was only two years old again. She yelled for me and I turned as she jumped into my arms, I hugged her and swung her around. I was so happy to see her. But it was time for the show to start, so I told her that she should go sit with mom- who was sitting on the bottom front row- on metal bleachers. So she ran and sat next to mom, Lyla was wearing a cute bright red coat, with her hood up. She smiled at me and I smiled back. I turned and I guess I went and did whatever I was supposed to on set, and when I came back to the place where Lyla and her mom sat I realized it was raining on them, and Lyla was laying in the watery mud on her back, looking up. Her mom just sat there- dazed, eyes focused off somewhere beyond this realm. I went to run at Lyla and pull her up out of the mud, but something unseen held me back by my elbows. The audience started piling out of the bleacher, almost running down them and trampling Lyla, she was being crushed, sinking deeper into the mud, and I couldn’t get them to stop- I was screaming at the top of my lungs for them to stop, but they couldn’t hear me. I realized that Lyla was gone, and only that bright red coat was left. And I woke up.
More to come:
:-*JenJen