Now this is more normal .... I'm upstairs in an apartment home [sorry, don't recognize it, it's not one I've really lived in] and my bedroom has a carved dark wood door. I'm at my computer and I've been trying to set up dates via the internet. After a couple of loser dates, I finally have two that seem promising. Only in my jumbled mind, I've set them both up for the same night. Bob arrives first, and is very understanding, shakes my hand and turns to leave. Then Arthur comes up the stairs. He is cute, with golden curly hair, and blue blue eyes, he's tall, and kind of shy. We grab car keys and head out the door. I recall hollering to someone close by that I'm leaving.
I toss him the keys and let him drive, and we head out. Its been raining, so the streets are wet. We're turning down an on-ramp to the freeway, and take the next off-ramp. And I'm telling him how to drive, to slow down, because this off-ramp is tricky when wet (it's a familiar off-ramp to me, 13th street exit off 101 -- which I took to work every day for 22 years!) [ok ok, so I shouldn't be backseat driving...]. We had a good time, so he brought me back home. We go back to my room and he stays the night. There was no sex, but curling up next to him was heavenly. [and in my notes in the middle of the night I wrote "Arthur. Old Fashioned." hmm]
While he was sleeping, I got up, went to the kitchen for a drink of water. Mom was there, cleaning, and asked how it went. She smiles, knowing he's upstairs in my room. I pass my Aunt, who is busy cleaning the bathroom. Next scene, I hear crying - Steve's baby [who is Steve you're asking? lol my ex, and why does he have a baby at 52? and worse, why is it here? ] Settle the baby with a teenaged girl.
When I return back to my room, Arthur is awake, and we fight. I'm not who I said I was, he tells me. And I tell him I think he's wrong, but it's his choice, he's missing out on a great gal. And rather than run, he should stick around and give it a try, see if it goes anywhere.
That's about where I wake up. And can feel myself smiling in the dark. And decide I'd better write this down, before I lose it. I remember thinking to myself it was such a good dream, I'm sure I"ll remember. But I'm finding just mere hours later, the sequences, and the details are escaping me. If we fought, why did I wake up smiling? There must have been more. I know that I got a real sense about this Arthur, that I already knew him before I met h
im. "We've met before, once upon a dream." -Cinderella [no worries, I won't break into song!]
The hardest part I have with interpreting my own dreams is whether its solving some problem, or wishing something was true. Like... is Arthur someone I already know? or have yet to meet? Was this premonition? or was I wishing that someone I already know is gonna be my Arthur?
"Sommmmme daaaaay my Prince will come"
ooops sorry, just slipped out!
But some day..... HUGS to everyone!
I've been pondering this one a couple of days because .... not a lick of it made sense! But that's nothing new to me. (I'm truly thinking I need to change my eating habits, or eating times, or try to find what triggers these strange ones!)
For some reason, the hallways and walkways of an airport seem endlessly long. And they're no better in dreams. I'm in a hallway with the usual non staining ugly industrial gray patterned carpet. I'm laden down with the usual bags, and holding the hand of a small girl. My sister is along on this trip, and she's also holding the hand of a small one. Walking seems to go slow; maybe its the endless corridor, but we finally arrive at our check-in point. and we get out our tickets. Odd as it may seem, it appears to be a picture colored in child like strokes. The attendant tells us things are ready, we may board, and do we have everything we need? ummm, huh? "Is there something we should know?" I ask her. She just smiles and says "Its all good, you look like you're ready. Watch your step when boarding the airbus." (Since when are they called an "airbus"?) As we walk down the corridor, we can see the airbus in front of us. I came to a stop and blinked a few times as I'm taking it all in. It's not like any "airbus" in my imagination. This one is open seating, some seats facing front, some backwards, like you'd see on a commuter train. The top is open. Or rather, there isn't a roof on this thing. And even though its the end of the evening, there is still enough twilight to make out most of the details. Like, this airbus is painted pink, with legs that appear to be running, and a huge smiling mouth underneath its front snout. [oh boy ... if i didnt know better, i'd wonder if i'd been drinking tequila!! lol]
We step in and stow our things underneath our seats (which lift up like the seats on a boat). The Captain [pilot?] appears to be a jolly old fellow, and makes us feel welcome. And its time for our journey to begin.
This thing starts its "take off" but .. it doesn't fly like any normal airplane, it seems to ride on invisible rails, skimming over rooftops and taking routes used for cars on the ground. We zoom between buildings, and I'm constantly pulling the hands of the girl I'm traveling with back inside the airbus. The wind is whoooshing through our hair, and as nighttime falls, street lights blink on , neon lights are seen across the city. We slow down and stop for a red light, and the Captain stands up and tells us its time for a break, waves his hand in the general direction of one of the taller building, sits back down and makes a right hand turn. The airbus comes to a halt on the street, and then proceeds to back into this tall building through an open garage door. We get up to stretch our legs and buy coffees as the snack bar.
As we reload back onto the airbus, I decided I wanted to sit along one of the running boards, legs stretched out, comfortable. As we pull out of the building, its as if the building is facing another direction, because we pull out over the water. And the bottom of the airbus trails along, leaving a wake behind us. Some of the water splashes up on to me, and I laugh, one hand trailing along in the water as well. The Captain slows the boat again to point out a landmark, but all I can do is stare at the water. It appears rather greenish at first, but lightens up as hundreds of fish come to the surface, breaking it with their face [snout? nose? beak? not sure of the proper term here], diving in unison back down, only to repeat it again. I call attention to it to the others on board this "pink pig airbus", but they're busy looking at something else.
Suddenly, one of the fish jumps out of the water, and into my lap. Ewwwww I squeeeeled as I tried to grab this slimey thing and toss it back. It wiggles out of my hands a couple of times before I get a good grip and toss it back into the water. I shudder in disgust [that's normal, i don't like to touch fish IRL either!] and begin to mumble to myself about what a strange trip this is. People turn to stare at me, wondering what the fuss was all about, and as I'm describing it to one, she turns and points out over the water, saying OMG!
I turn where I'm sitting [remember, i'm on the running board, quite close to the water!] and I see what she sees: a huge hulking green monster thing rising up out of the water, with the biggest head and shoulders I've ever seen [now, on a man, that can be a good thing, yes? hehe]. It starts walking closer alongside our airbus, closer with each step, and I can sense most of the other passengers shivering in fright, me along with them. But one is trying to cover up the little laughs exploding from his mouth. So I take another good look at this "monster" and realize its not a "monster" at all, just my brother in law, Rob, dressed in a costume to scare us!!
That's when I woke up. With both a sense of relief and a little bit of laughter as it finished up. But it kept me awake after that for nearly half an hour, trying to figure out the snippets of this dream. To no avail. Is it any wonder? lol
HUGS to everyone!
im. "We've met before, once upon a dream." -Cinderella [no worries, I won't break into song!] 
