What I learned from a dream a couple of nights ago...
To me sleeping is something my body (or mind) just doesn't want to do anymore. Could be in part I don't want to leave the current day as there is
nothing promising about the next day. Another reason is that being away in the middle of the night I am in a world of my own. A world where my dad
is not in my face or around in general.
My body finally caught up with itself and I finally had my 12 hours of sleep. As I slept I dreamed, of course. The dream that I had was one that I
did not want to wake up from but once awake, I'm awake. All I could do was repeat the dream a few times in part to recall it and mostly as way to
hang on to it. I'd rather be there than the real world anyway.
Let's get to the dream and go from there:
The only setting for the dream is a large library, possible one in a college or such. Everything is brightly lit and colorful. I was taking some
sort of test, writing down the answers of course. After the test (and this is why I knew the test/school year or such was over) I was standing by a
wide slanted table. The is the type of table a library may have to display newspapers. I visualized a 3D calendar. Upon this calendar a nuclear
explosion took place over the current date of the dream. I knew that this meant school was over.
Now I am away from this this table standing in front of a woman. I'm guessing she is about 5'3" tall with pale blondish medium length hair and a
little on the heavy side. This must have been someone I went to class with. She hugs me (guessing as it is our last day there) and I kiss her on the
cheek. We are then holding hands. See why I would rather be in that dream than the real world?
Back to the slanted table now. There are other people near me at this time as we all are checking on what are new schedules are. Schedules for what?
I have no clue.
Finding my name on these pages of schedules was an impossible task. Others were going through them as well. Plus all sorts of papers of different
colors and of different things were attached to the schedules by paperclips I think. Each page had only a few names listed and a lot of other words
that I could not read. I found my first name but it was not me. Different last name.
So I move to my right to check out a large colorful folder. It is for some present day heavy metal rock group called "Ace". I can't explain what was
in the folder, for the most part, but is was all related to Ace. I can best describe them as a modern day KISS based on the artwork and such.
Now that I got that puzzling piece of this story out of the way I was back to the pages of schedules and such. On top of all of these pages was a
very small illustration of the woman I was hugging earlier. Below the picture was some story about her. From this I got that her name was something
like Bettedey or Belindadey.
end of dream, darn.
edit: JACY and all. I shared this dream with Jacy already but I forgot about one important part.
Within the pockets to the Ace folder was a knife. Some sort of hunting knife I would say. Why there? Who knows. Also in the folder pockets
after I closely examined them were some stamps. L S D stamps or the sort. Why is this important? It's because as down as I've been I've forgotten who
the inner me is and what I'm supposed to be all about. The stamps represent my need for a device to be me back to my inner self. After letting this
concept sit for a day or so the answer came to me. I need to bring back Mr. Hollywood.
Hey, who is Mr. Hollywood? Good question. Years ago after divorcing wife number one I was lost in the world of dating. This was before there was
anything close to internet dating sites. Options at that time involved dumb luck with finding a date, The telephone dating sites, and overpriced
companies that could "match" you with someone. I lacked the confidence to make use of these for the most part. I talked to someone at work about this
and he suggested that I brink out a Mr. Hollywood personality; that of thinking, talking, and doing things as if I was a Hollywood star without
thinking negative thoughts. I'm not saying that this was to make me egotistical or such, just to let my hair down and be me. So I sold myself to the
world as Mr. Hollywood.
This brought to me the chance to travel to several parts of the world. Be out on my own away from negative family members. As well as giving me that
chance to meet Janey. I've forgotten all about this. This was an especially useful method of making sales at the call centers I worked at around that
time as well.
But wait, I like to ramble just to confuse people. What about the girl in the dream? Bettedey/Belindadey could mean "better day" as finding someone
to spend my time with would make my life much better. Maybe Bettedey/Belindadey could mean birthday as mine is next week. It reminds me a time after
losing Janey that was good but at the same time bad. I wonder if this has anything to do with the nuclear explosion showing this is the last day?
edit number two: Last night's short dream was a reminder that I can't find any easy way to do anything. Basically it was a Civilization IV map of a
world covered in so many canals and waterways that it takes at least 7 miles of sailing just to go around the corner to get anywhere. This reminds me
of job tried applying for online that was perfect for me but I wasn't able to set up a username and password to do so no matter what I tried and how
careful I was at doing so.
edit on 5 25 2019 by LookingForABetterLife because: (no reason given)