I'm not exactly sure when I had these dreams, as I didn't copy/paste the dates along with the old entries. I could go back and find them, but then I'd have to find my old password to a forum I haven't even visited in years.
So here we go, sans dates.
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Tarot Cards
I dreamed that Mom woke me up and stood at the side of the bed. She had tarot cards in her hands, only they were over-sized tarot cards. Very large, like the size of a big picture frame.
I think she told me the cards had to do with my past life. I can’t remember 2 of the cards, but I do remember one of them. It was a picture of a red-headed woman (high society I think, or very near it) atop a white horse. (Note: I’ve been told, and have dreamt myself even before then, that in a PL I had reddish hair and that Patrick had a white horse). The horse blanket on the mare was a rusty red and green, and the lady sitting on top of the horse was reaching down to the men on the grass below. There were about 4 or 5 of them. One of them had straight black hair and was older than myself; like he was an uncle or something.
I remember Mom telling me that that particular card was a happy card. But I didn’t quite believe her b/c I thought there was a little bit of blood on the card. As if I had just escaped the midst of some battle or something. (Which makes me remember that 'tent/battle' dream listed on this blog).
And that’s it. That’s all I can recall. I wish I could remember what the other cards were.
Creepy Gnomes
I had this one a while back but can't seem to find wherever I wrote it down.
All that I do remember about this dream is being in the backyard at our old house in Pearland. It was nighttime I think, and there were these gnomes out there. When I saw them, I headed into the house as quick as I could because they were really creepy. I would close the sliding glass doors, and they would practically plaster their face against it to peer inside.
They looked like we all imagine gnomes to look... red hat, etc... and they moved really strangely. The only way I can describe it is as if they were trying to run in a pool of water, or to just imagine some CGI character with unrealistic animation in how they moved. They had very grouchy faces, too.
They were chasing me, but I quickly discovered that the very first second that you stand up to them they run in the opposite direction. They were very confrontational, but once you stand your ground they don't waste any time getting away from you.
Still, they kept coming back... and leaving of course, because I would stand up to them.
Revisiting Childhood
Now this dream I had many, many years ago. I know I wrote this one down somewhere, but I can't seem to find it.
The main gist of it was that my present self was secretly watching my childhood self - and my sister - during a family outing. I was standing on higher ground than my childhood self, hiding behind a bush, because I didn't want my younger self to see my older self.
When I had this dream, I STRONGLY felt that this place in my dream really existed and that we did used to go there sometimes when I was a kid. When I described the place to my mother, she said it sounded like a museum we'd been to a few times.
What it looked like was a very manicured lawn in front of a white building with a flag pole out front. The lawn sloped down into a large lake, and that lake was where me and my sister - as children - were playing.
Same Dream/Brother
Again... I know I've written this dream down before but can't for the life of me find it. This particular dream was pretty amazing because my mother and I both had this SAME DREAM on the SAME NIGHT.
We both dreamed about the son that my mother miscarried before I was born. We described him exactly the same way in both our dreams: dark blonde/light brown hair... very tall... and VERY attached to some woman.
We even described the woman the same, only I think her clothes were different in my mother's dream. Her personality we both agreed on though. She was very talkative and this boy was like glue to her side. And I mean this literally. He was like her shadow, and she was perfectly okay with that. He was very, very close to this woman. She was like a mother or caretaker to him.
And the biggest thing, which echoed both our dreams, was that this boy never spoke and was very quiet. He felt very untouched by the harshness of life. His soul felt very nearly angelic.
I cannot stress this enough. His spirit was just so pure and so sweet and so without any negativity at all. He was just perfect. An innocent.
Snowy Beach House
In this dream we moved, and my niece and nephew are visiting us. Our house faces a beach, but we never get to enjoy it b/c it's always snowing. (Sometimes I even forget that we now live on a beach, and I'm almost shocked when I do see it). Each time I draw back the window curtains, I see the landscape of a snowy beach.
In my dream last night I was excited and told my nephew we need to dress warm so that we can play in the snow before it gets too dark. Only... we couldn't b/c I had remembered that when Mom and I left my sister's house in Austin, we forgot to bring our luggage back with us.
I remember being really upset over not having any shoes to wear out in the snow. I had none with me, and my sister showed me her shoes. Only-- they were too big and not suitable for the snow. The only ones which were half-suitable were some ugly red shoes of hers, which I refused to wear.
Spider Rescue Gone Bad
(Via)
I was looking at this spider in a jar. I felt sorry for it, so I set it free. There was a web in the corner of the ceiling, which it immediately went to. I was VERY upset that I released the spider b/c it killed some defenseless bug.
It may have been another spider (a baby spider) that it killed, but I'm not 100% certain about that. All I remember is being upset that I granted it its freedom and within a second of that freedom it killed another insect.
Pitching a Tent
I was trying to take a bath, but it was a public place. A restaurant I believe. I was trying to get this sort of 'tent' around me, for privacy, but it kept falling down. Just as soon as I climbed back inside, the tent (comprised of towels, etc) collapsed around me.
Later, I was in this tent doing tarot cards. I had lots of them spread out, but then this girl comes up to me. She throws over to me one tarot card. All I remember is it had a picture of a lady with... maybe some kind of brown crown on her head? After the girl gave me this tarot card, I hardly glanced at it and immediately moved away. I just wanted her to leave me alone.
Note: Someone interpreted this for me, and I think they were spot on. It had to do with 'pitching' for literary agents for my book at the time.
Kittens
My sister had a funny dream about me last night. She says she dreamed that I gave birth to 9 kittens! After the 9th cat was born, my sister asked me - "Well, is that it?" She said that I just casually responded - "Yeah, I think that's it."
She said I was just as content as could be in this dream.
Of Cats and Airplanes
First dream: My sister was in her bed, sleeping. Weird thing was she was sleeping SITTING UP, and there were animals on her bed. I think they were just our pets, though sprawled on the pillow next to her was a white fluffy cat I didn't recognize. The cat was a little creepy and I didn't trust it.
Second dream: Mom, Dad and I were on a plane. The pilot came into the room and began making jokes, trying to get everyone to laugh and not be nervous about flying. I INSTANTLY knew that on the tv show, "Lost," the pilot said the exact same words.
Mom and I just looked at each other in dread. We both knew, without speaking, that this plane was going to crash. She and I both decided to get off the plane. When we were exiting the plane, the stewardesses were saying goodbye to each other and crying during their farewells. I thought that was a little weird, b/c they were really just following their everyday routine. I could only figure that, on a subconscious level, they must have know the plane was going to crash. (By the way, I don't even watch the tv show "Lost").
After exiting the plane, we were in some building. Dad saw a tarantula on a pillow and he tried to scare me by coming toward me with it. I was terrified of that spider and he loved that it freaked me out so much.
Some man that worked there (he was wearing a suit) saw it all, but he stayed out of it.
Opera House
March 2005
Ever find yourself dreaming about a particular place a lot?
I know that if you dream about a house, it represents aspects of yourself. I often dream about two mansions. (Actually, it’s possible that it really could be just one).
I am always dreaming about this HUGE white mansion on acres of land (which is haunted), and another looks a lot like the opera house in the above picture.
When watching Phantom of the Opera for like the 6th time, it dawned on me that one of my ‘dream houses’ looks like that opera house; only mine is all white marble and there are statues everywhere.
A few months after my Grandma died, I started having dreams about her.
Dream # 1:
Not too long after my Grandma passed away, I was on vacation at the time in Port Aransas. (My nephew was just a newborn). I was sleeping on the couch when I had this dream where I was in a graveyard at night. I think it was lightning. I was sitting by a grave and there was a girl there. She had long, straight black hair and wore blue jeans with an old grey shirt. I kept telling her that I can't cry about Grandma's death because I just don't feel anything and know that if there is a Heaven she's happy.
I told the girl I didn't miss Grandma. Then, in a sweet tone, the girl said : "Yes you do Kristin."
I broke down right then and there, and that was the end of the dream.
When I woke up, I had huge streams of tears rolling down my face but I didn't feel sad at all. Then Mom came into the room, saying she heard a noise. (No idea what that was about, as I don't talk in my sleep).
Dream # 2:
I was in a foreign country. Initially, I thought it was France but weeks after having this dream I saw a program on tv about Venice. In it they showed a building that I saw in my dream. It was the Santa Maria Della Salute Church, and it was surrounded by water just as I saw in my dream.
I was walking along the street with some guy friend. (I never saw his face). To my left was all water. The street just dropped off into it. There was no railing, and there were rectangular drains on the side for the water to lap through. To my right was that beautiful domed church.
I was talking to this guy and felt so incredibly happy; the happiest feeling I couldn't even imagine possible! I loved myself, I loved my friends, and I loved my job... whatever it was.
I loved my home! I had found my place, and nothing would ever ruin that.
Grandma was walking a little ahead of me. She was beautiful! I only caught her from the back, but youth and beauty glowed about her. her hair was swept up as it always was, but it was a chestnut brown and was so soft and shiny! She was slim and wore a gorgeous pink dress scattered with rosebuds. It was long and reminded me so much of a Victorian-type dress that someone could wear nowadays, too. (Note: Weeks later I found the exact same dress at a Marshall's or Ross store. It was in my size and it was the only one. I guess it was a gift from her, and I also think it's funny that it was a pink dress. I only say it's funny because growing up my grandma was always telling me that I'm always wearing pink, so that must be my favorite color).
I was now saying goodbye to my friend, because I had to go to work again. I was on cloud nine about that! I walked towards the church, which was off in the distance.
As are all my dreams with Grandma, she never spoke to me. She was just... there.
Dream # 3:
The family and I were visiting Rome. I had decided to take off on my own to explore. I went into a jewelry shop and was having a grand time.
The shop was small, but full of people. I remember a mother and her son to my left. The boy was losing his temper over something. I think I remember one glass door being on my left, and next to it were clocks encased in glass shelving. I was facing the counter.
I felt free and very happy, but then my father walked into the store. He was angry because I took off on my own.
Next, we're walking outside and towards the hotel. The streets were filled with people and there were a lot of lamp posts that were lit for the night. It was still kind of dark though. We were walking on a square.
I walked ahead of my father, really fast. I was steaming mad!
In the distance I thought I saw grandma, but then I thought to myself that that can't be her because she's dead! Just as I was trying to brush it off, she kept walking towards me. She came up to me with a beaming smile, said nothing and handed me a bouquet of flowers. She never stopped next to me either. She only kept walking, and immediately I wasn't angry anymore.
After having this dream, I looked this up in a dream dictionary. It said that a bouquet being given by a deceased loved one means they're thinking of you.
Dream # 4:
I was walking down a street filled with cars and carriages, and there was a tall, black iron fence surrounding a mansion. The mansion itself was on a corner, but I didn't see it.
Before the mansion was a bar, and the street was a mixture of past and present intertwined.
Before my walk down this street, however, I walked into a hotel. The outside of it wasn't fancy. The huge body of water to the right of me was my proof that I was in Venice, Italy.
The hotel had an 'entryway' if you will; like they have in malls and grocery stores. It was encased in glass, and I remember marveling at the view of the water. A 'bench' protruded from the wall. Grandma was sitting there, talking to some older man. He was shorter than her, and I think bald. She and I didn't really pay any attention to each other. I walked into the lobby and met up with my friends. I think they were all couples.
Dream # 5:
This dream of Grandma was short and sweet. I was standing in a l-o-n-g winding line someplace in this large room. (It reminded me of the lines at Disney World). The room me and all these people were in was just all white, with not pictures or anything. The only objects in the room were the people and the corded off areas for the lines to form inside and wrap around.
Also in this line was my sister I think. (I had this dream a long time ago, but I do recall seeing her in the dream. I just don't think we were standing next to each other. Also, my nephew might have been there, too, but I'm not sure about that at all).
So I was standing in this incredibly long line when off in the distance I see Grandma. She was smiling, waved at me said "Hi Kris! I love you!"
Dream # 6:
I recently came across this dream in one of my old journals. (I used to keep journals about my niece and nephew when they were young). I had this dream on 9-3-1999. This is what it read:
I'm now reading "An Old Fashioned Girl" by Louisa may Alcott. I just read a peculiar chapter tonight simply titled, "Grandma." It's about a grandmother, her grandchildren, and Polly sitting with her in her room. They all chose a drawer in which to pull a trinket out of. From there, the grandmother would tell a story about whatever object they were curious to learn about.
This felt a little strange to me as I read this chapter tonight, because two nights ago I dreamt that Anne (my sister) and I were rummaging through some of Grandma's old dresser drawers. We were looking at "treasures." Anne found some of Grandma's famous gold slippers. (Grandma wore those all the time, and I still have fond memories of those... silly as that sounds). I was disappointed in the conclusion of my own search for the very same slippers. Grandma had so many pairs of them, and Anne only found one shoe. I SO WANTED to be the one to find them!
What I did find was somewhere around 4 or 5 bulky silver journals adorned with jewels - sort of like one of the first photograph albums we have of the kids; the one that's silver with Luke's photo on the front.
I told Mom I don't think I could ever read them because they're only for Grandma's eyes and are just too personal. Mom looked at me as if to say Grandma would only want me to have them.
Still, I decided never to open them.
We also found a lot of little trinket pins; mainly Disney-ish. And from there, my dream was Disney-ish and really stupid.
So I dreamt I was in Grandma's bedroom last night, only it didn't look a bit like her old room in Houston. All I remember is a pink quilt and a few cardboard boxes. One box had Strawberry Shortcake on it. (Which now makes sense, because my Grandma used to always comment that I'm always wearing pink. Also, she loved strawberries. Her kitchen was even decorated in strawberries). I asked grandpa if I could have that box, as well as another one.
Anyway.... that was the dream I recently came across in one of my old journals. What I find so odd about it is - 1). The psychic nature of it. I had the dream, and then the very next night read the same thing in a book I was reading. And 2). After my Grandma passed away, I was eventually given her old journals.... just as in my dream. (And when I had this dream I didn't have any journals yet).
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