Perhaps if I write these down daily, and just publish once a week, I’ll remember more and not fill up my blog with dream posts.
Friday night August 11/12
We were on a military installation. It seemed like things were happening before we realized. We, Carrie and I, were being shuttled along to a bus, and apparently that bus was taking us to a space craft. But we weren’t prepared, didn’t have anything packed, etc. Very odd. At some point things didn’t seem, ‘right’. There was this sense that we were going to be part of an experiment, maybe involving a weapon test, but not good for sure. We started to ask questions, and the guy is all, then you aren’t going. I tried to explain that we just want to know what we’re in for. It was a very odd dream, with few things I remember. We were given these chords to put on our bags and on us, I’m assuming identification of some sort. In the end we never went anywhere, the dream just kind of dragged on.
Saturday night August 12/13
I was in a different city, it was neat though. I remember going to someone’s apartment. The only thing I remember clearly is going into a room and seeing Jen Woolworth and Tessa Elliot in there, lying down on the bed. I ran in, and first semi-tackled Jen, who was under a sheet. After giving her a big hug I got up and gave Tess a big hug also. Sounds normal, right? Except I wasn’t wearing a shirt, or bra. Huh? lol, very odd. So I would cover my chest until I actually hugged them. Where the heck was my shirt? And why did part of me still want to do more than just hug Jen.
Confusing connections…always so confusing. I wonder if it’s just the lack of resolution in some relationships that causes things to linger. But I don’t know. Maybe it’s something I’ll figure out when I’ve gotten a few more years of living experience under my belt.
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Guess I bailed on writing down my dreams. lol Oh well.
