International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

Kumara's Dreams

I hate to even post these...I'm embarrassed about being stuck in my head!


My sister's new place and distressed little me

I am visiting the new place my sister and BIL (the one I like) just bought. They purchased a huge old building that used to be a church (now that I think of it, I may have dreamed of this building before). It's huge and empty, and she's telling me about their design plans.

I am in another room now, and there are two beds against the wall behind me. I feel like I'm a young child. I have a "pallet" to sleep on, on the floor, which looks like a black yoga mat. I turn away, then back again and when I look again there is a bed (the bed I've been wanting, I think) that is on top of my sleeping mat. I feel distress and start crying, I don't like that I've been displaced and that this girl just put her bed on top of my mat without talking to me.
I ask her to please move it somewhere else...maybe upstairs. Someone says there isn't an upstairs but I counter that I'm pretty sure there is. I cry some more and say, "I'm the child of an alcoholic and I don't like my routines to be upset."


Frances Dick and a box of dimes
I am sitting at a small round table, with a woman to my right and a man to my left. They both give a calm, professional vibe.
I am utterly in love with the man on my left. I am noticing how gentle and kind he is.
I am also noticing that we are actors, playing parts in a play that maybe the man had written. The woman says to me, "So you put yourself at the mercy of the court?" and I respond, "Mercy." I maybe signed something then, and our deal was done.
I continued to focus on the man and how good I felt to be with him. I said to myself, "I am totally in love with this character!" at which point I reminded myself...it's the CHARACTER I'm in love with, I don't really know this guy at all.

His name was floating through my mind...Dick. Francis Dick or Phillip K. Dick?
I kept reminding myself FIRMLY that it was Francis...I thought..."Francis Dick, the guy who writes about horses...NOT Phillip K. Dick, who is a sci-fi writer".
(I looked him up this morning and found a Dick Francis who writes mystery novels that feature racehorses, I've never read them but I am certain I have seen his books in stores before).

From there I'm in a room, some stuff I don't remember, then I decide I need to take a shower. I walk outside, apparently thoroughly confused, because I walk down a dark street, stop at a ditch and start to take my clothes off. After my clothes are off I realize there is no shower, and try to put my clothes back on or cover myself but now my clothes are very tiny and don't fit, and the towel I keep trying to cover myself with is more like a washcloth.

I find a box out by the ditch, and I remember there is a small box inside that has something that looks like a blue pincushion on top, only it is plastic and there is a compartment for each pin. Underneath, the box is full of dimes. I decide to keep them. I'm pretty sure the stuff was meant to be given away, which is why it was by the curb.

A girl comes by to help me pick up my stuff. I'm frustrated that I can't get my clothes on and now I seem to have a whole bunch of stuff that I don't remember having before, like my lunch cooler, that is falling all over the place.
I notice a woman stepping onto her front porch behind me, the porch lights come on and she lets two small dogs out onto her front lawn.
I think we finally get my stuff together to get going, and I'm thinking about the box of dimes and whether I should take it...I reassure myself that the box was put by the curb because it was meant to be given away.