Start Jan 2018 (Train crash, Refugees)

31st Dec
I had a dream about Ian's Dad holding onto his Mums coffin and playing on water jets... but the coffin was hurting him and making everything harder for his heart. 

Seems kinda obvious how the emotional stress is making his physical health worse.




----- Tuesday, January 2nd -----

First of Jan 18
Night before last was a dream of a train crash... or derailment.   I was outside in a feild watching,  the train kinda fell over and I was watching the other trains coming hoping they wen't using that line.  
After a while I realised I should go see if people needed help,  
When I opened up the driver bit the driver was ok...  confused -  he was in a what looked like a bed, the front of the train was small with duvet and pillow and he was laying down,  I pulled him from the derailed train onto the grass beside me and told him I'd called people to help him and I'd wait with him.      Woke up after that.

Next dream was the newsagents in my main dreams cape.    At first it was really grotty and dirty,  then when I next went in it had been painted a bright blue/purple colour and cleaned up...    People were trying to steal stuff, so I went outside with the key and locked them in the shop.   I was also scared of the back  where the old store room had been that lead down to the garage below and the flat stairs going up had all been ripped out.   It was filled with work men pipes and boilers... I was going to go threw but I said to the work men,    nop... still to scared of boilers, I'll walk round the front the long way.


----- Tuesday, January 2nd -----
Last nights dreams..

I'm in a town close to main dream area, I'm looking in men's clothing shops buying trews for Ian I think.  I find a sheepskin coat that I decide is perfect for me.  (It's really wired,  made out of 3 panles of sheep skin, with holes for arms and no sleeves....    Almost medieval style, made to be tired with string or something to stop it flapping around.    The sued side is dyed a natural forest green, the wool side just white sheep colour.  

In the dream I'm really pleased with it :stuck_out_tongue:     (It was really basic and wired)  but it was going to be warm and waterproof and I was going to be sleeping out doors.



Next dream also bizarre.  

I'm going to a rave with Ian,  we turn up and it's in an old church... the first room we go into is like the church reading room and it's like a school disco.  I have cotton wool pads taped over my eyes and I can't bend one leg so dancing is hard.   I tink I remove the cotton wool from my eyes, but they are still sticky. 

The musics wired to, sometimes people are singing.  I wonder were Ian's gone so I walk out of the hall and into a church reception bit,  it's very Gothic  old dark high ceilings I can hear popper rave music so I follow the bass, until I find a dark room with lasers and a few people dancing.

I spot Ian's outline and head into the room,   everyone knows me and I'm welcomed into the room I tell them I was in the wrong place and they laugh.  
There are drugs but they are stuck onto a notice board I try some but nothing happens so I try dancing but it's hard as one leg still won't bend.   
People come to chat to me instead, I don't remember some of them but they all know me they start to give me coloured candles and straws for me to keep to remember them.
2 twins I used to know give me matching red candles one says Kio, the other Sei.   Other people give me other candles in other colours. 
*Gets odder*
I leave the rave alone to look around and head into an ancient graveyard there are gargoyles and statues the old carved sandstone is blackened like the building is in a city.

I come to a bronze statue... it's one of these guardian lions with it's paw on the flower of life ball...
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_guardian_lions

It's wrong though, it's got ears in all wired places, it's also my aunty!   (My godmother) 
I laugh and tell her, 'Did you think I'd not recognise you?'  
She talks in a demonic voice  (other people stop to listen)   She tells me she's dead...     I say I know you, and place my hands onto the bronze.
She tells me she knows she's everything... she's all part of it all - but she misses her body, tells us to make the most of our bodies how important we are.
I tell her I love her....

When I wake I realise she's not dead, but she's very ill and old - she's been bead bound for over a year kinda waiting to die.
Wikipedia
Chinese guardian lions
Chinese guardian lions or Imperial guardian lions, often miscalled "Foo Dogs" in the West, are a common representation of the lion in imperial China. Chinese guardian lions are sometimes referred to in English as shishi, from the Chinese shí shī (Chinese: 石獅; pinyin: shíshī; literally: "stone lion"), which refers specifically to lion sculptures in stone. The concept, which originated and became popular in Chinese Buddhism, subsequently spread to other parts of Asia including, Japan, Korea, Tibet, Show more… (81 kB)

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This last one is odd.   I've always thought of my Auny Betty as my fairy god mother.  
It's a wired dream... and the ending so odd,  
I felt full of love for this statue, even though it was scaring other people.    It sounded scary... but I knew it was part of where I came from.....    lol it was even 'trying' to sound intimidating,  but I knew it and loved it and even thought of it as my god Mum/ fairy god mother.







----- Today January 4th, 2018 -----
ren
First dream I'm in a hot war zone...  it's warm and sunny there is an out of place tower block but we are all outside.  I'm with refugees some of the women are sewing memory quilts  they weave and embroider there experience into them - I think I'm there to help in some way? 
I'm not making a quilt but I collect things for them to sew into there work.    I collect old necklaces to take apart and look for gems, jewels and sparkles to offer them, I also look for glittery threads.   - They use the stuff I find to add decoration and pattern to the woven memory. 
I wake but go into a similar dream I'm in a town were the UN and a dissenter army have met.. the town is just made of wooden shacks -- the commander for the UN is a woman she is allowing dissenters to just leave, she is asking if they are fighting for money or belief.  (I'm just an observer here no body.

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Next I'm in a huge busy school, there is a car park in the middle of 2 main blocks... I start of in a yoga class with dogs, we are using our dogs to balance with :stuck_out_tongue:  
Next part I recall was 2 car alarms going of, they were disturbing people and I was sent to try fix it... the cars were soft tops and it was windy.   I un-velcroed there roofs and then covered them over again. 
Next bit I recall is being sent from an art class to collect something in a finance class....  Walking threw there packed class room they all have piles of gold and silver coins on there tables and pages of calculations.  
I make my way into a store room at the back, I think I'm collecting paper I notice someones left car keys there, they are pink.   I ask the teacher about them on my way out and she asks were they are as they were so obvious she suggests I drop them at reception so I take the keys too and file a lost property deposit thingy.
I drop the paper at the art/grafix room, some of the paintings are amazing.    It's close to the end of the day and I recall I've made food for our class, it's cooking in a small cloak room oven.
I ask who would like cheese and onion pasties and ketchup and everyone dose. 
The cloak rooms small, red coat hooks and very busy with coats and bags.   There is also a row of old ovens, 2 doors one opens into the corridor and another out the back onto a paving slab path,  I go outside it's grey and windy and the floor is covered with pink flower petals.   I sweep at them with a broom and watch them all fly round in the wind, dancing round together.
An oven 'bing's so I go back inside, the cloak room is now a pastry shop front, I'm inside and people are looking threw the glass...   it's still messy like a cloak room but there are lots and lots of pastry's, breads, pasties, flans and things. 
I take a leek and Stilton flan out of the oven and add it to the pile of cooked food.   I take a tray of food to the art room and when I get back a group of people have come in from the street to ask if they can buy food, I tell them it's free I just like cooking... when they as when I'm open I tell them the food is always here.
They tell me they will be back soon and leave

Next a man comes in, he's getting married and his husband to be wants cakes

I'm trying to find out if he wants a traditional wedding cake or if it's something for the morning when he's getting ready.
The guy is quite prickly telling me I should learn the proper terminology and words.
I ask him if he wants the cakes or not?   As he can see baking is my speciality not speaking and as long as I know what he wants his order will be outstanding. 
We agree on tray bakes to be delivered to his hubby to be the morning of the wedding.



Last dream,
I'm sitting on a sunny street side, on one side are large town houses with broad smooth stone steps and a sunny pavement, the other side of a the pavement is garden, streams and rock pools ponds and gardens.  
I'm planting flowers fro the house owner the borders are already well stocked but they are missing white I'm planting snowdrops bulbs to come up early spring, white carnation plants for summer and also gypsophila for cut flowers and insects and because I know the owner likes it.  (there are also cats in the flower beds.)

After I've finished I got into the house, they are cooking a meal and tell me they have a problem with cats.. I take some of the cooked chicken they have prepared and go out to sit on the door step in the sun and sure enough more and more cats appear amongst them is Pheonix (my old dead cat) they are worried as he's not eating but he happily accepts the chicken.   A man is further down the street he puts on the old tears for fears song 'Sewing the seeds of Love'
Next an Indian family come past, they have been forced to shut down there family run newsagents/corner shop.   They are handing out paper parasols advertising there campaign to re-open  (It's the property holder who wants to stop there lease) they are the only shop to the small village though.   I take their parasol and wish them well with the campaign and go back to playing with the cats.