The X files

OK so i am in this house, I have a house in my dream, and it's in the same neighborhood (in my dream) and I have the same neighbors every time (in my dream) My one neighbor is an older woman who is kind of eccentric, and she is very tan and loves to water her garden.
So in this dream there is a reason to call the detectives, and they are like Fox Mulder and Dana Scully from the show, The X Files, except they look different. But it is a guy girl team. ANd the mystery is: Why did my nice bedmat get ruined? I have this memory foam and feather bed put together in an old futon cover that has a painting of wildflowers on it. And in the dream, it was in the basement waiting to get washed, and it had gotten quite moldy and black. So when the detectives brought it to the light, it was ruined, and the moths were small and white an had eaten most of the cover. The woman detective was doing something els, investigating the house. It seemed there was a danger in the house, and she was also doing laundry so I had to stop her from doing another load because I wante to save the bedmat I use on top of my mattress.
Soon a timid thin shy friend of mine stopped by the house, and the woman was VERY suspicious of hime, then a bold tomboyish girl (mid 20's) stopped by, an the man was very suspicious of her. They were both suspects. Once thoroughly questioned they were determined to be harmless and then the bad men showed up. Murderous men slinking in through the back door. One and then another, but the detectives caught them and questioned them and then that shitting little next door neighbors dog woke me up (as usual) by barking incessantly. Fucker.

Weird and crappy dreams continue.

So I am in culinary school. I have been for a long time.
During the last class, I am to peel potatoes for potato salad, and the desk behind me has a shy boy that I like. I turn around when the instructor was asking : "What is the name of that animal?"
"A Lemming?" I ask... "Yeah, Lemming, Lemmings are so shy that they will run away when you approach them, and what color is it that they turn?"
"It's Green" I say, knowing that a lemming and a 3 toed sloth were the same animal in the dream"
The teacher moves on.
I turn to the boy I like and tell him; "They turn green because they are in the water sometimes and the mold grows in their fur." I go on to tell him that the myth of the lemming is that they jump into the ocean, and it's not true. It was an anomaly that occurred because some researcher got too close to them and they got scared and jumped off of a cliff.
Soon it is almost time for class to end. I must use the restroom. I enter the girls bathroom and find a looong line. But it moves fast.
"You can use this one, but it's dirty..." said the girl in front of me in line. "How is it dirty?" I can't see so well. And she tells me it's smelly too. I choose to continue to wait. I use the bathroom successfully and when I return to class, it is time to clear out our lockers. Our lockers are actually refridgerator/freezers. Mine contain two frozen stewing hens from my grandma's farm and some strawberries, among other things. I must make it all fit. I remember trying to stack small berries into larger ones.

Soon a young man comes dancing through the halls, he does running backflips and fancy dance moves. He draws a crowd. I see him and recognize him as the brother (who I never met) of a person I used to go out with 3-4 years ago. He and some other friends of his are now standing around me, I feel uncomfortable and start to leave.

At this point, I become an observer of a young woman who has been offered help by these people. Financial help. She declines and proceeds to go off on her own. I am with her still, invisible, as an observer. She has been in desperate need of help but will not admit to it. She has 2 small children. One is not quite a toddler, and the other is an infant.
She is in a phonebooth and trying to arrange for a hotel room for the night. She has nothing, and explains to the person on the other end of the phone that all of her credit card are bad/full except for one, and she triumphantly pulls it out to read the numbers aloud. I can see her haggard face and it appears as though she is using some kind of drug. Her hair is short, dirty, and messed and her 2 children seem to be fidgeting this way and that in the cramped phonebooth. One of them has behaved like a dog, and chewed or destroyed her very last credit card. It is worthless now and half of it is gone.
The woman flies into a rage and storms out of the booth. She drives her large car to the ally nearby and yanks her eldest child (the son) out of the car. She comes to an open trashcan and disgustedly throws the mutilated creditcard into the trash. Then, she swings the baby up by the right arm and in an arc that appears to me as the observer in slow motion, she raises the baby over her head and slings him violently into the garbage.
He begins to wail in pain, and she drives away. I am stunned. There is a man on a bike behind her, and she sees him try to catch her attention. He has seen her abandon her child. She backs her car up abruptly, and runs him, the witness, down.

End of dream.

Tuesday mornin'

Oh man, I been having tons of little dreams lately, like half hour sitcoms almost.
Lessee, last night it was:
Someone hooked me up on a blind date. The guy was strange looking but had a good personality. He had light brown hair, and a kind of handlebar mustache (HATE mustaches) and he had sortof longish short hair. He was wearing the most ridiculous outfit:
Black and grey spandex snakeskin print pants, and a purple and black spandex snakeskin shirt.
Alls I can remember about him was that he was a superhero, and saved the day. He was good at everything that he did, and I liked him for his personality, certainly not for his fashion...

Then

there were the trick or treaters... who came to my door from a back step entrance. The first one came and I was off guard. It was not yet the 31st. And I had no candy. So I used my standard: Just wait, I will get you some money. By the time I returned, there were TONS of kids all pushing forth in like waiting for the money. That little bastard told the whole neighborhood that I was slinging out money instead to candy. Soon, the unruly kids in costumes were pushing forward and storming the house, raiding it for candy that I did not have. In the house there was an old grandpa, he was trying to entertain 3 buddies and play poker or something. Crotchedy old buddys and very frail and crotchedy old man. It was a friend of mine's father, as I recall. Well the kids took him by surprise and he was freaking out and on the floor yelling. I told the kids to leave and manage to sho 2/3 of them out. I then went to the store up the street (Walgreens) for some haloween candy. Now the real Walgreens has an entire row devoted to Halloween candy, but this one was a hair salon and only had candy in jars for clients. I had been to this Walgreens before in my dreams and was familiar with the candy scene. The bitchy gay man working refused to sell me any stick candy (you have to give individually wrapped candy on Halloween or parents make the kids throw it out for fear of poison...really) And I was dressed only in a down comforter. So the guy treats me like crap.
(in the meantime, i had been visiting the neighbor downstairs before the kids came trick or treating, and had met an old friend that I had loaned money to the last time we went to the dream walgreens) So this friend was loaning me 5 bucks to buy some candy with for the kids and she reminded me that it was payback for the past favor to her.
The manager of the salon comes over and agrees to sell the candy, much to gayboy's chagrin. I notice my blanket has fallen and I am standing in front of her totally naked.
Oh well, I think, whatever.
We get some candy and head back to the house.

THEN

I am in a school, for kids age 4-14 or so, and I have 2 little ones in my care. a boy and a girl. they are far too young to be left alone, but I have suddenly got my period again and need to go to the bathroom, and quick. I ask them both not to move and seat them on a bench in a busy pavilion. I am only a minute in the restroom, but when I return to the bench, they have vanished.
I see a creepy man (2 men?) shuffling them, leading them out the door.
Just in time I see them and rush to defend my charges. I save the kids from the bad men and they slink away. If I did not have 2 small kids, I think, I would go and beat their asses for sure. I wanted justice. I hate it when the bad guy gets away.

Well, that's about it.

Sunday Morning Good Dream

So I finally had a pretty decent dream.
I was on this gameshow called the bachelor.
This Italian Prince was looking for a woman to be his companion/partner. (PS: this show really exists)
And I was in the final running.
It was me (the oldest)
and a black chick who had 2 kids back at home.
and this very young blonde girl who had a drinking problem.
and they were no competition for me, I smoked 'em.
And the prince was ever so enamored of me, and I read his palm and he had 2 lifelines. But his hand also showed a lot of trauma and stress, alotta lotta stress and trauma, but I did not tell him that. We kept being interrupted.
He was intriged by me and I could tell that I would be the winner.
Soon his royal Italian family would come to visit.
And I had not packed any clothes. I had all the clothes that I never wore over labor day, but none of the clothes that I did wear. All my clothes did not fit well and were unflattering. And our suites were directly next door from the one that I stayed in in September.
I remember thinking that we were supposed to be in Italy and not Chicago.
I wished I did not have to wake up when I did. I was enjoying being the winner.

Teeth

So I'm dreamin', right?
And it's going pretty well.
I think... I was on the set of one sitcom I like to watch...Frasier.
(My grandad used to like that show, I feel a bond over it)
Well, so anyway, I am in the flat with the main characters... (I think) and I am just... you know, living.
And a bunch of crap happens that I do not recall because it is midnight, and I had this dream this morning/lastnight...
It was too creepy to write down, and I had an early Dr. appointment this AM.

So the main thing, is the teeth, and I think I had a date too.

OK, so the teeth were all fine and well until two fell out (back left molar) and then another one came loose.
But the super creepy thing was the fishing line that I noticed was holding all my teeth together.
The two that fell out loosened the tight assemblage of my teeth and i noticed that there was a weaving of fishing line that was coming loose at my back jaw.

It was poking my tongue and it hurt and was irritating.
And I put the two teeth in milk, to help keep them so i could have them reattached. But the dentist was not there and I had to wait the weekend... and face my date without teeth in my lower jaw.
And it hurt so bad, that fishing line poking me, all tied in knots but coming loose and frayed.

Yeah, so I feel still creeped out by it.
so i looked up teeth on the dream symbol venue and here it is:

Dreams Site
Florence Cardinal
BellaOnline's Dreams Editor

http://www.bellaonline.com/articles/art10573.asp

Falling Out Teeth - Dream Symbols

Parents are overjoyed at a child's first tooth. This major milestone is recorded in baby books and announced to anyone who'll listen. Baby teeth will be replaced by permanent teeth during the natural process of growth and maturation. Losing teeth in dreams symbolizes the loss of childhood innocence. These dreams often occur at times of transition from one life stage to the next. Your dream may be a message that an important milestone is occurring and urging you to face the inevitable. Losing teeth in dreams may also symbolize a desire to return to the security of childhood.

We need our teeth to feed our bodies. Eating is necessary to maintain the body's growth, energy and health. In this context, losing teeth may be associated with insecurity about your livelihood. Perhaps you are stuck in a "dead-end" job and fear for your future. Perhaps you are growing older and are becoming anxious about how much time you have left to work and make an income. You may be getting "long in the tooth" and fear losing your sexual attractiveness. Dreaming of false teeth symbolizes concern about your self-image. We all must deal with the process of growing older. Find fun ways to re-invent yourself incorporating all the wisdom and experience that you have gained.

Teeth falling out suddenly or all at once may symbolize fear of things that are beyond your control. Permanent teeth do not come back - you may fear or be facing a major loss. You may fear victimization; without teeth, you can't bite back. Animal teeth in dreams represent aggressiveness.

Examine the situation and think about the areas where you do have control or can make choices. If it is a situation that you must ultimately accept, reflect upon what you need to do to have closure and "let it go."

http://www.experiencefestival.com/a/Teeth_Falling_Out/id/243517


Other Perspectives

A scriptural interpretation for bad or falling teeth indicate that you are putting your faith, trust, and beliefs in what man thinks rather than in the word of God. The bible says that God speaks once, yea twice in a dream or a vision in order to hide pride from us, to keep us back from the pit, to open our ears (spiritually) and to instruct and correct us.



In the Greek culture, when you dream about loose, rotten, or missing teeth, it indicates that a family member or close friend is very sick or even near death.



According to the Chinese, there is a saying that your teeth will fall out if your are telling lies.



It has also been said that if you dream of your teeth falling out, then it symbolizes money. This is based on the old tooth fairy story. If you lose a tooth and leave it under the pillow, a tooth fairy would bring you money.

So I also dreamed the other night that my favorite relative had died, Great Aunt Della. LOVE HER! She is over 80. LOVE HER!

and I do believe I am getting some extra money.

but I need to mention that the poking of the fishing line in my tongue was so irritating that it woke me up. And I had my mouth wide open in the same position of my dream mouth to avoid the loose and errant end of the fishing line. I actually thought it was a reality until I noticed that I was awake and still had teeth!

Weird, huh?

Tuesday morning

I dreamed that I was going to meet my grandmother in afghanistan,
and the day before I had just had a young afghanistan hound sent to me. (the trip was spontanious) What to do with the hound? Leave him alone after just arriving? bring him with? find a houndsitter?
Soon I was on my way, my travel partner was careless, another security check found our paers out of order, we had to change our money, our passports (mine only actually) were out of order. Somehow all our money was left on a fountain ledge. I found it but not befor having to run through snow in flip flops.
A man had sat on it to claim it. Arguing did not work. I had to charm him. I made it to the hotel, I brought my kid brother. We sat alone as you were in a business meeting. I had not smoked for 5 days, which meant the day was today (this morning) but the end of the day (the future) They came along with a tray of treats. Some were contraband. Like vodka, which i wanted but declined. My brother had a cot for him and we were to share the bed. My brother got on the phone to my mother, he charged it to the room. Do you KNOW how much money it will cost?? I ask him, he is charging it to your bill. Grudgingly, he returns to the room. A hairdresser arrives with a cart. We talk about makeup, hair, and burkas. And contraband, like makeup. My brother says something about the 40 oz. of fuel under the bed, (from the contrabaned cart) Hairdresser's english is not great., She interprets it as a bomb threat. She leaves and soon the big men are instructing us to pack, quickly. They usher in 2 old biddys, and another big bed. The old ladys take over the room. The big men tell me to leave all my makeup behind. They are ushering you out as well, and you try to remain positive, but you are thinking that it is my brother's fault. I am beginning to wish that I had brought my new hound instead. Much less trouble.
So the big men are escorting me out. I charm them telling them no Americans are good, we are all just lazy and ignorant to the point of irritation, and soon one has his arm around my shoulders in a friendly gesture. I ask if I will get my makeup back... I don't want you to see me without my makeup. The big man just laughs, and assures me that it will get back to me, I can tell he is lying. They are sending us off to be punished for having contrabaned fuel/bomb in our room. A fair trial was hastily enacted in the hotel room where we were found to be ignorant Americans, but still to be punished. My brother to be whipped for faking a bomb threat.
We are in a car, driving and your disappointment shows. And you are seeing me at my worst, no makeup or sleep and lots of panic and stress.
Somehow, you are reading me a letter. and we are not going to be whippe, that was just a lie. But soon we part, and I know I won't see you again for a very long time.
I never did meet my granny there,
and
I can't figure out why everyone kept calling it Costa Rica.

you again

I flew the long long flight to where your work was,
it had a lot of red brick to it, lots of wings, lots of corridors.
They let people wander around there, like a learning college.
I did not see you.
I was there for 2 days before I left again.
The concierge for the flight was very nice.
I ended up with the leather seats from the plane.
I bought a silly card there, the send to you when I got home.

When I got home something happened.

You threw me down a long hole. and I could not get out, and you threw down food and water and a table and chair were there, but I am not sure, because I was you.
I was watching you torture me by keeping me isolated.
It seemed to please you.
There seemed to be no empathy.
Except that you kept on throwing things down the hole for me.
And that's how I woke up.

I know I said I would write to you today, but I just don't feel like it now.

maybe I am still in the hole that you threw me into.