Expandurmind.com is a personal journal of my dreams, lucid dreams and out-of-body travels. The stories of my journeys through other realities.

To see a truck in your dream suggests that you are overworked. You are taking on too many tasks and are weighed down by all the responsibilities. -Dreammoods.com

To be bullied in your dream signifies repressed rage.  -Dreammoods.com

Even though my job is pretty much laid back I have been working a lot of hours each week, seven days a week. This was the reason I had to place things, including my blog on hold. With things winding down, it feels good to be able to write and get my dreams back out to my readers. It seems when you put  in a lot of overtime you miss the time off; then  when you have the time off, you miss that extra overtime.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

I dreamed I had been placed on the night shift here at work. I had a new white F-150 pick up. I was coming into the parking lot at work and saw that most of the places were full. Those that were empty had large cars or trucks on each side that would have made it difficult to park between, much less to get out. I especially did not want my new truck banged up by other car doors. I drove around some more and went to passed the main gate. I was tempted to tell the guards that I needed the truck up near my crane for some work we were doing but knew it would be a lie and if caught I could get in trouble. I passed on by the gate and noticed to the right of the main gate some construction going on.

Things had been shutdown for the night, and I thought that perhaps I could park my truck on the site. There was a small dirt road that had been laid through the job which I took. After a few yards, I came to pieces of equipment; a bulldozer and I believe a grade. They had been parked on each side of the road close enough so that I had to drive very slowly between them in order not to hit either one. As I passed them, construction supplies had been placed along each side of the road, also making it difficult to pass through. After a few more yards, I came out in a clearing where the road circled tightly back on itself. I drove around the circle and saw that there was no where to park. I continued on going back the way I had just come, between the construction supplies and the equipment.

Just as I was coming between the equipment, within a couple of feet of being free from them, when a large truck came driving toward me. Instead of stopping or pulling over so that I could get by, the truck drove right up to my front end where we both had to stop. The truck looked to be  an F-600 and instead of dull wheels in the rear it had tandems. The truck blasted its horn, and the driver stuck out her arm from the window and was waving me back. I stuck my head out due to not having the room to open the door. I yelled out,

"I'm trying to get out. Could you please back up and let me around?"
The driver opened the door and stood up, leaning over the top. It was a woman in her late twenties with long blond hair and a slim figure.
"I'm in a rush," she yelled. “"Could you back up and let me through? I'm trying to find a parking place."
She had the same idea I did, so I called to her, "There are no parking places in there; I just checked."
"I've parked back there before so just, please back up and let me through," she answered.
"It would be much better for you just to back up a few feet and let me go around," I said.
"I don't have time for this," she said loudly, "I'm running late, just back up and let me though." "Mam," I called, trying to be polite, "it would take me longer to back down this area in the dark then for you just to back up a couple of feet."
"Would you please stop being such a male chauvinist and back up!" she yelled.
I looked behind me at the tight area and curves I would have to traverse."Lady," I called looking back at her, "I am not going to back up. It was hard enough just to go through here forward."

The woman got in her truck slamming the door. I pulled my head into mine and put it in gear waiting for her to back up. Her truck jerked as she tossed it in gear, her engine wound up. The four rear wheels dug into the dirt spitting it into the air behind her. The moment I realized she was coming forward her truck plowed into mine. I though only for a second she had mistakenly placed the truck into drive, but she continued to gun the truck forward. Even with my brakes applied I was no match for her large truck, and she easily pushed me back through the equipment and construction supplies. My truck struck the equipment on each side, and I tried my best to steer between everything. I was having very little success as I bounced from one side of the equipment and supplies to the other. With each blow  my truck took I was rocked hard in my seat. Soon we were in the open, and she continued to push me across the piece of ground that the road circled around. Once her truck reached the center spot within the circle she stopped and jumped out.

She never bothered looking my way but headed back down the dirt road toward the main gate. I jumped out and took a good look at my truck. Although there was not much light there I could see the deep impacts and gashes made throughout my truck. I took off after her. Catching up to her, I was furious and began yelling at the top of my lungs.

At this point, the language between the both of us became very explicit, so I have changed most of the words for a general audience.

"Are you some kind of nut case?" I yelled, "Look at what you did to my truck."
"You did that," she stated ever so calmly, "All you had to do was back up."
"You had a shorter distance than I did. It was easier for you then me," I continued to yell.
"You were just being a male bully. You're supposed to give a lady the right of way."
"Right of way---- you ever heard of common sense?" I screamed while keeping up.
"You have a bad attitude toward women," she said. "It's your fault for not being a gentleman."
"You are a nutcase." I said, stopping while she continued on. I pulled out my phone.
"I'm calling the cops," I told her.
"Go ahead. They will just agree with me," she called back without looking at me.
I began dialing the police, and in the process woke up.

The following dream stems from a problem at work. Construction is filled with guide lines because of the dangerous field. As a crane operator, once the load comes off the ground, I am 100% responsible for all actions of the move and safe guarding of the people and equipment around me. Frequently foremen or others want you to break or bend a rule to get the job done a little quicker, but this goes back on the crane operator. In some situations, a rule may have to be bent if there is no other way to complete a lift; however, I stand my ground if it is only because someone wants to make a deadline.

Safety is always my first priority. This sometimes can cause the foreman to stretch the truth or right out lie when a job falls behind, placing the blame on the crane operator to make him/her look good. I do have a bit of a temper but only to the point of engaging my mouth before I engage my mind. This was one of those occasions when I had been accused of actions that were unjustified the day before and was eagerly waiting for my meeting with superiors to give my side of the story the next day.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

I was at a pool party on a clear and warm day. I was in my bathing suit and had yet to go in the water. Someone dared me and several others to jump off a diving board that was the top of three. I climbed up the ladder, and at the top looked down. Below was a shallow square pool of dark water, the type that looks like it had been standing in a ditch for weeks. Inside the water was either a dolphin or a shark, I could never tell. I mentioned that the pool was too small, and the dive could cause me to hit the edge or the creature. Someone yelled up and told me to turn around. When I did, there was the board in front of me. I walked over to the edge of the board and looked down.

It was a large and deep pool I was standing over. The drop could have not been more than 20 feet and would have been an easy dive for me years ago. However, now I felt nervous and apprehensive. I wanted to make the dive but could not get up the courage. I climbed back down, expecting people to make fun of me but noticed that a girl after me refused to make the dive. I thought it was strange that she or people before had declined the dive also. While looking up at the top board from the ground, something caught my eye to the left. A long thick black cloud was quickly growing in the sky moving to the left. I pointed up and began yelling,

"Look up, Look up!

Everyone around the pool area looked up. It was a meteor that had entered the atmosphere and was burning up. The meteor had gone only a short distance and just began breaking apart when it exploded. Fragments scattered through the sky and fell to the earth. I was watching the pieces fall, hoping some would drop near enough so I could collect one or more. One large chuck was falling toward us and I followed its path as it approached. The chunk was oblong but seemed a bit larger than a large beach ball. The piece seemed to be on a course very close to us. It came in fast, and I was sure that it was going to hit near me or on me. I wanted to run, but it was too close and fast to guess which way to go. I decided to wait at the last minute and dodge if I had to. Before I could move, the speed of the meteor fragment caught me in the face waking me.

Puddle

To see a puddle in your dream represents feelings that have been downplayed and overlooked. Although these feelings may appear minor, it is worthwhile to address them before something erupts unexpectedly.

Pool

To see a pool of water in your dream indicates that you need to acknowledge and understand your feelings. It is time to dive in and deal with those emotions.

Diving Board

To see or stand on a diving board in your dream indicates that you need to think things through carefully and thoroughly before you take the plunge. Consider the height of the diving board the higher the diving board, the more significant and more difficult it is to take the next step and make the plunge.

Meteor

To see a meteor in your dream suggests that you will experience success in a project.

Explosion

To see explosions in your dream symbolize your repressed anger. The rage that you have been holding in has come to the surface in a forceful and violent manner. Your subconscious is trying to get your attention.

To dream that your face becomes blackened or mutilated by the explosion indicates that you will be confronted with unjust accusations. As a result, you may suffer from the consequences.

Needless to say, the foreman had not known I would be asked my side of the story. I gave my account of the following day, and it was shown that I had been falsely accused of actions that were not mine. It was then the foreman's turn to answer to his superiors.

I do not believe in the so-called "Middle-age crisis." Although I have another 20 years or more before I hit middle age (I plan on beating a family record) I do think some of us grow out of old habits or just get too bored with whom we are. According to my wife and Judge Judy, men do not begin to mature until they are about 50. I used to laugh at this but now, being 50, I think they are on to something. I do want to make some changes in my life but nothing like buying expensive cars or feeling the need to find myself. I think it's about creating a better me, not that the old one was so bad, although I sure could have used some improvement years ago.

Two of my regrets in life would have to be not giving more of myself to those around me; friends, family, children and my wife. My second is not diving into my writing like I have wanted for 35-40 years. In the past months, I have had a lot of dreams dealing with the regrets and changes I want; I just need to push through the regrets and get on with what I want out of life.

Wednesday, May 2, 2010

In this dream, my wife and I  were living in a larger three-story home. I woke up in the dream with my back itching. I could not reach the spot and remembered my back-scratcher down in the kitchen in my work box. (My work box consists of items that I use throughout the day at work, and it does contain a back scratcher) I got up out of bed and went out into the hallway. It was still dark outside, but the hallway was well lit although I do not recall how. The hall was long with closed doors on each side. Obie, our German Shepard, was asleep at the right end of the hallway, and the stairs were to my left. I walked over to the stairs and looked down.

The stairs curved off to the left in a spiral until they faced the rear of the house, landing on the second floor. Directly, across the landing, the stairs continued down curving back to the right and ended on the first floor facing the front of the house. The third floor was the only floor lit. The light was enough to shine down onto the second-floor landing, but the first floor was dark. I became nervous thinking that the house was so large and tall that I would never know if someone were inside. I knew we had no alarms and could not recall where the light switches were. There was a banister on both sides of the stairs, and I took the stairs by just sliding along the banister on my hands. I briefly stopped on the second-floor landing crossing over to the next set of banister. I entered the first floor; my eyes could well see due to street lights shining in from outside.

I came to rest at the bottom of the stairs and looked around. The room at the bottom of the stairs was wide and part of one whole room or several others. The first floor seemed to have no interior walls that defined each room. In front of me, several feet away were the front door and large windows running along both sides of the walls. Plenty of light filtered in from the outside giving the first floor a light glow. Next to the right side of the door was my work box, which held many of my needs at work, including my back-scratcher. I walked over to the box; the light was not enough to see individual items inside, but I knew where everything was.

While standing there I looked out into the street. My front yard was about 30 feet long and ended at a small row of bushes that rose about three to four feet high. I could not tell if there was a sidewalk in front, but across the street behind the streetlights was a sidewalk with well-manicured grass on both sides. The streetlights were about twenty feet high and curved back down over the road about five feet and large globes of soft light shone from each. They stood about twenty-five to thirty feet apart and ran down the street in each direction as far as I could see. There were houses across the street which were dark; looking up and down the street, I saw only one or two had lights on in their upper floors, but none had any lit on the first. There were one or two that had the small solar yard lights that lit their yards.

I knew the area was safe.In  my old home, in reality, I never turned on the lights at night while wandering through, unless I was getting ready for work. However, this was a new place I was not used to, and I felt somewhat nervous standing there. I turned to go back up and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. I thought that perhaps we could get an alarm but then that was why we had Obie. Back in the old home whenever I was on the first floor, and he was on the third; I would call him and the house would nearly rumble as he, never taking his time, would storm down the stairs. Obie was ninety-five pounds of canine and four paws slamming down the stairs sounding like an army on its way down. I started up the stairs, taking two at a time like I always do. I briefly stopped at the second-floor, thinking about exploring it, but it was too dark, and I did not know where the light switches were.

I continued on to the third floor where, as I reached the last step, I could hear Obie moving rapidly around the hallway. Looking down the hall, I saw Obie lurching playfully at something. For a moment, I thought it was Lance our cat but walking toward Obie, I saw it was too tall for Lance. Obie had the thing trapped in a corner. When I reached him, I pushed him to the side and saw that it was a fawn. The fawn was very small, just larger than a cat. I wondered how it could have gotten in. My thought was to take it outside and release it, but it may have been too young to go on its own. The fawn dashed pass me and ran for the stairs. I took after it, but by the time I had turned and ran, the fawn had already made it to the stairs and out of my sight. Just as I got to the stairs I heard hoofs behind me.

I looked back down the hallway, and coming toward me was a doe, I knew this must be the mother of the fawn. The doe approached me stopping within an arm's length. She looked up at me then down the stairs; I was sure she wanted to pursue her fawn. I stepped aside to let her pass, but she looked up to me once again and back to the stairs. I turned to escort her down the stairs but when I faced the stairs, they were gone having been replaced by vines. The vines were thick leafy green grape vines that hung from the ceiling to the first floor. The only way I was going to get down was by climbing. I wrapped my arms and legs around the vines and slid to the second-floor landing. At the landing, I looked back up to the third floor at the doe looking down on me. She then proceeded to follow my lead by wrapping her limbs around the vines. Her slide was very clumsy, and she lost her hold just as she came within my reach. I caught her and placed her on the landing next to me. I then slid down to the first floor and held out my arms for her to jump, which she did. She landed in my arms without any effort, and I was surprised at how light she was. I set her down on the floor, and she went for the front door which was opened and ran out after her fawn.

Itch

It indicates something in your life that you always wanted to do for a long time. Perhaps you have some unfulfilled desires or unfinished business. - Dreammoods.com

Night

To have a dream that takes place at night represents some major setbacks and obstacles in achieving your goals. -Dreammoods.com

New House

To see a new house in your dream indicates that you are taking on a new identity and developing new strengths. You are becoming more emotionally mature.-Dreammoods.com

Pets

To see a pet in your dream represents civilized instincts. You are keeping your temper in line. -Dreammoods.com

Light switch

To dream that a light switch is broken or that you cannot find the switch indicates a lack of insight and perspective on a situation. -Dreammoods.com

Lamppost

To see a lamppost in your dream suggests that you are coming out of a depressing or gloomy phase. -Dreammoods.com

Stairs

To see spiral or winding stairs signifies growth. To dream that you are walking down a flight of stairs represents your repressed thoughts. You are regressing back into your subconscious. It also refers to the setbacks that you are experiencing in your life. If you are afraid of going down the stairs, then it means that you are afraid to confront your repressed emotions and thoughts.

To dream that you are walking up a flight of stairs indicates that you are achieving a higher level of understanding. You are making progress into your spiritual, emotional or material journey. The dream is also analogous to material and thoughts that are coming to the surface.-Dreammoods.com

Fawn

To see a fawn in your dream symbolizes true friends and faithfulness in love.-Dreammoods.com

Deer

To see a deer in your dream symbolizes grace, compassion, gentleness, meekness and natural beauty. It has feminine qualities and may point to the feminine aspect within yourself. It also represents independence, alertness, and virility. -Dreammoods.com

Grape vines

To see grape vines in your dream symbolize rewards, prosperity, and spirituality. -Dreammoods.com

Door

To see an opened door in your dream symbolizes your receptiveness and willingness to accept new ideas/concepts. -Dreammoods.com

After writing down the dream and doing my dream analyses, I came to an easy conclusion of what the dream meant. Days before leading up to the dream, I had played with the idea of dropping the blog all together. I only thought about it due to other responsibilities I am engaged in and the need to cut back on a few expenses. I could still do my dream journal but on a free site and without all the upkeep. What I did not like was the thought of losing an already enormous audience and the thought of all the ads that the so-called unrestrained site would be pasting around each page.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012
In the dream, another man and myself were doing a home inspection. I was working along side the inspector but oddly never got a good look at him. We went through most of the house which I do not recall much; however, where the dream becomes clear is in one room we had just entered. It was a small room, almost like a hallway except for being wider and having door trimming around both entrances. The man was inspecting the trim work above the first entrance. The top looked fine to me, but he said he needed a closer look. He gripped the edge of the trim, and as he pulled it away from the wall, dirt fell out along with a large spider. The spider was red and its body about as wide as a quarter. As the spider ran down the doorway, I kicked at it trying to kill it, but it was too fast. It leaped to the floor and ran across the room out the other end of the room into a living room.
"We have to kill it before it gets back into the wall again," the man said.
I was closest to the other entrance and the spider, so I took off after it. I caught up with the spider quickly in the living room. As the spider ran across the floor, its body turned a shiny metallic dark blue much like the shell of a beetle. The legs of the spider began to grow and spread out into something resembling ferns. The legs grew until they reached about two feet in length and about four to six inches wide. Instead of running or crawling, the legs fanned out flat upon the floor and swept in a swimming motion. It continued across the living room floor heading toward a couch. I tossed something at the spider, what I do not recall. The object hit next to the spider's body and between two of its legs; this caused the spider to turn away from the couch. I was thinking about jumping and landing on the spider in order to stomp on it but with the log legs sprouting from each side, this made him about four feet wide. My fear was if I missed the body the legs could easily wrap around mine. Whether the spider was poisonous or not, I did not want to find out. I threw something else and hit the spider on the body; it did not seem injured but kept going. The man who had been with me was behind me and yelling for me to stomp on it. I told him I was afraid of the legs if I did not kill the spider. The spider came to a wall and began climbing; I was tempted to stomp on it then but backed away. The spider was unique; I had never seen anything like it before and thought better of killing anything so rare. The man came up beside me and kicked the spider with such force that it was splattered all over the wall. I looked at the fern, shaped legs and the now crushed corpse of the body and felt a real loss. That was the last thing I recalled.

"To see a house in your dream represents your own soul and self"-Dreammoods.com

"If you kill a spider in your dream, then it symbolizes misfortune and bad luck. Spiders are also a symbol of creativity due to the intricate webs they spin. To see a spider climbing up a wall in your dream denotes that your desires will be soon be realized." - Dreammoods.com


The house was me, and the inspection was the meaning that I needed to inspect some of the things I was involved with and their importance. The spider was my blog. When I had started the blog, I was fearful about the fact I had never had a blog and where I truly wanted it to go. Chasing the spider (blog) I saw that I still had no idea of where it was headed, but it was, in fact, growing into something unique. Just before I came to the conclusion of ending the spider I had second thoughts. The man in my dream was me also confirming how I would feel once the spider (blog) was gone. My conclusion is, everyone needs a hobby. My open dream journal is just a part of a few other hobbies, and it does not cost anywhere near what some more expensive hobbies do. So I think I will keep things as they are and where I have better control.

I want to thank you, the reader for subscribing to my dream journal. March was a very busy month for me trying to keep up with home, work and three blogs. By April, work increased even more and things had become a little over-whelming. I am glad I placed my blogs on hold; it was getting to the point of just wildly throwing in what dreams I could in order to have a post each Saturday night. Although that too turned into making mistakes in some of the postings, what it really got me away from was placing in my editorials. Posting the dream is always the easy part, I simply write down what happened. The editorials are my favorite. This is where I can open up to the reader my thoughts, opinions and what the dream meant to me.
When publishing my next dream tomorrow night after a month, I will be getting more in-dept in defining my dreams and what they mean to me. The interpretations will be at the end of the dream in the order of where they happened. Analysis dream meanings or symbols can have several meanings, although I will show where I got the interpretation from, I will only display the part that pertains to my dream.

"Acquiring the ability to interpret your dreams is a powerful tool. In analyzing your dreams, you can learn about your deep secrets and hidden feelings. Remember that no one is a better expert at interpreting your dreams than yourself."- Dreammoods.com

I try to make scheduled time for posting Saturdays around 6 pm. Due to work and other responsibilities it may not be possible to make that time each week. In every rule, I have read about blogging the thing is staying on schedule however, I am not going to rush in order to make a deadline. Sometimes I may miss it by a day or two or even more but until, if ever, my blog becomes an income, I will have to place it behind a few other things.
Even through my down time in April I was surprised by the new readers subscribing daily. To those recently subscribed, you can thank the hard work, quality and success behind this journal to my lovely wife. Again, the easy part for me is just writing down what I dreamed and looking up the interpretations. Because my words never seem to land on the paper as I want them, my wife, keeping a busy schedule herself, always takes the time to edit my work. Thank you,
William

This is not another bear dream but a request for a favor of patience. I have mentioned that I am in the midst of a 7 days a week work overload and it would seem there are a few more weeks until things are back to normal. During this time it has become difficult to keep up with my weekly posts. This has caused me to rush through most of my posts, creating errors, as you may have seen. For the month of April, I will be putting my blog on hold. Please be patient and expect me to be refreshed and posting once again on the first Saturday in May.

I would usually start out by apologizing for missing a Saturday night deadline due to work; however, I have a lot to be thankful for including my job. Just over a year ago I landed this job after several years of jobs that were pure nightmares. Even then I tried not to complain because they were jobs and not an unemployment line like so many others have  been and are experiencing. So, instead of an apology I would like to thank those of you who subscribed to my site and those that join each day. I never thought it would blossom into something this big and into a hobby that, like my job, has bought me such pleasure.  

Friday, March 23, 2012
I dreamed that Jonathan, my oldest son, had moved back home. We had gone out one day to find him a car. We came across a mechanic who had a few cars for sale. The cars seemed to be in two types, good condition with bad engines and good engines and very bad body conditions. We were looking at two vehicles, an old AMC Javelin whose body was in great condition and a small four wheel drive Ford Ranger truck with a bad body but the engine and transmission in great shape; both prices were really cheap.
"We could always buy both and make one good car." Jonathan jokingly said.
Thinking about it as we stood there, I  decided that  would make a pretty cool looking car. Just then the mechanic came up to us.
"For the right price I could do just that," he said. "I've thought about it myself but have not had the time."
The idea was good but I knew the labor price would be more then I wanted to pay.
"Well, think about it," he added and went back to his garage.
Jonathan and I talked about the Javelin and  decided to start it up. It smoked a great deal and I knew by the sound of the engine that it would not last long. Jonathan talked me into taking it out on a test drive. We took the car out on the road just around the block to see how it drove. I was embarrassed by the amount of smoke coming from the tail pipe knowing the people behind us must be upset because it was a thick smelly smoke. Coming back to the shop, it dawned on me that I had not informed the mechanic I was taking the car for a test drive. I was hoping he had not called the police, thinking we had stolen the car. As we pulled into the lot and got out he came up to me and asked how I liked the car. I was in love with the body but knew I would be dealing with an engine problem shortly down the road. I still had the image of the Javelin's body sitting on top of the four by four frame of the Ford Ranger.
While Jonathan wandered around and explored the other cars on the lot, the mechanic asked,
"Does your son have a job?"
"No," I answered, “but  I'm not sure if he is into car repair."
"I am only looking for someone temporally to help catch up on some work. If you're interested in buying and combining the two vehicles, Jonathan could work off some of the labor charges by his help. That could even lower the cost by working on it himself on his off hours."
"I liked the idea but we still need to talk price," I told him. I watched Jonathan as he had walked about the lot, he reminded me of myself  as an adolescent . I thought that it could be a great father and son project. I told the man I would like to make arrangements to purchase and combine the two cars. I followed him into his office that doubled for his home. As I followed the man just inside his office, I noticed that I had not ever looked at him while talking. All my attention had been on Jonathan and the cars. I looked at the back of him but could not make out any details from his shoulders up. I did however notice colorful tattoos around both his arms from his wrist up to the short sleeves of his shirt.

When I first posted this dream I had not placed the date of the dream. I then post it again with the wrong date. So I posted yet again a third time without a date. Last night I had the correct date but did not realize until today I somehow completely wiped it out. So if you are receiving this yet again, I do apologize.

Sunday, March 4, 2012
The Dream started while I was sitting in my car staring at a small house I had bought. I am not sure why I had bought it because I knew I was not moving into the house. The house was small, somewhere around 1,200 to 1,500 square feet. It sat on a cinder block foundation raising it about a foot and a half from the ground. I was thinking about how easy it would be to move the house if I had to. The previous owners had moved out,, leaving several lights on as they left and  I was there to turn off the electricity. I knew I must have been there before, but what bothered me was I could not recall when. The house was familiar but somehow not like I should be recalling it. My wife sat next to me in the car and I asked if she wanted to go in with me. She declined, stating that she would wait in the car. I knew she did not like the house and she had not even wanted to come this far with me. I told her I would be right back and stepped out of the car.
The design of the house looked to be close to a hundred years old but the house itself could have been no more then about thirty to forty years old;  it was worn but not shabby. The yard was small with a couple of trees that sat between the house and a small back road. The sun had just gone down and the light from it still shone over the trees that were on the other side of the road. The area the house was on seemed vacant and lonely. I could not see any other homes along the road and wanted to get in the house and back out before all the light of the sun was gone. The feeling that I had been here before was strong but I could not remember when. I turned back toward the road; it was quiet and the sun was far down behind the trees. Only a dim glow shone through the cloudless sky.
I turned back and headed to the house, walking up onto the porch. I found the door unlocked and swung it open without going inside. Just inside was a small living room  with only a small couch along the wall in front of me, and to the left wall, a chair. Next to the chair was a simple end table with a lamp. The lamp was still on, from the previous owners. Through the living room I could see the kitchen. Along the the left side of the kitchen wall was a small dining table with an overhead hanging light which had been left on also. To the right I could see ta light, possibly from a ceiling fixture that had been left on.
The design of the interior seemed very familiar and before I could look to the right I already knew there was a short hallway with a door or two. I turned to see the hallway and my guess was it led to the bedrooms. I stepped through the door to  enter the living room. The house had been vacated but I had a sense that someone swas there. As I moved through the room I had the sensation of entering into a depth,  as in a tunnel or cave; anxiety crept over  me. I wanted to find the fuse panel; I could then shut the power off and get back outside. As with the living room, items had been left in the small kitchen as well.  The kitchen table was surrounded by four chairs that had been left behind along with a broom leaning against the corner of one wall. Most of the place looked as though the occupants had left, carrying only their clothes and items that could be taken by hand.
Over to the right of the kitchen was a recessed wall that held the fuse box. I walked over and opened it up. There were only three breakers in the box counting the main breaker. I stopped just before I threw off the main breaker, I do not know if I heard something but suddenly I felt again that I was not alone in the house. I listened but heard nothing. I flipped the main breaker and only the ceiling light went out but the light over the table stayed on. I glanced in the living room, the lamp also was on. I turned back to the breaker box only to swing back around because I thought someone had come up behind me. I looked around but saw and heard nothing. I reached for the breaker just under the main breaker, flipping it off, and the light over the table went out. I reached for the next breaker in line and my hand stopped. There was only one more breaker; how odd,  I thought, that there were only three breakers in the box and three lights on in the house. The feeling of someone or something  nearby overwhelmed me.
With my fingers on the last breaker I thought to myself, "Do I really want to walk back through the house in the dark?" I looked around, trying to convince myself that no one else was in the house and I would be fine finding my way back to the front door. I wanted to flip the breaker but the fear of being in this house in the dark was too overwhelming. I stood there only a short time before I awoke.


I had just begun writing down the dream when it  hit me--- I recalled the house. It was the same house that I had dreamed about some 45 years ago in my post, Abandonment. It was at a time before all the furnishings had been removed. I do not recall in this dream the small shed that was on the property of the first dream, but in this newest dream I had been on the opposite side of the house than I had in the first. I do believe the two dreams have a connection, I just have to figure what it is.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

In this dream I recall a bright and sunny day. I was at a home with several others--- who they were  was uncertain---but the home owner was having a cookout. I remember being outside chatting with the others about  how beautiful the day was. It was the first time I had been to the house although I knew the owners well. I went inside to check out the place. I do not recall if I had entered the kitchen first or this was just the only part of the house I remember. The kitchen was brightly lit from the sun through a window and the kitchen, despite  all the prep work for the cookout, was clean and well-organized. A kitchen island was in its center where most of the food had been laid out. To my right a door that led to the outside was open and an entrance on my left led to the interior of the house. While I stood on the opposite side of the island talking with the woman home owner, a sense of deja vu overwhelmed me. The woman asked if I was OK, I explained to her that I had dreamed of this Place and time and that in the dream I was explaining to her that I had dreamed of this place and time.

This is a short one and nowhere near as interesting as most I publish. For the past few weeks work has been from sun up to sun down and 7 days a week.

Friday, February 17, 2012
I was operating a crawler crane out in an empty lot. The lot was surrounded by buildings and my guess is I was helping to erect a new building on the spot of one recently demolished. While operating the crane, I cut my index finger. How, I do not recall, but the cut was on the tip and in the shape of an "X". I ran another  finger across it and  found a tiny sliver of metal in the middle, but when I looked at the finger I could not see anything in the cut. I had a magnifying glass next to me and looked through it at the cut where I could barely make out the tip of a tiny metal splinter. I had no way to get it out and each time I flexed my finger, pain shot through my hand. Unable to deal with the pain any longer, I went to a first aid center. I told the nurse who was helping me that it could not be seen without a magnifying glass. She took the finger in her hands and squeezed the tip, causing  the tiny metal splinter to pop out. The nurse got up without a word and left. Looking down on the white counter top, I could just make out the tiniest sliver of metal lying there. I was thinking the nurse had gone to get some bandages so I waited until I awoke.