Paulette's Dreaming

Wow Paulette, that's really interesting...

When I was in college, the man I was dating took me to his house once after a "Jam Session" (he played bass guitar). I walked into his house and saw the old bookshelf dad had made for me when I was 10. I kept all of my star wars books and my barbies and stuff on that bookshelf. I knew it was the same one because a piece was broken off the end of it when an unnamed little girl tried to climb it like a ladder to put up a Backstreet Boys poster... It was in the exact same spot... and he was using it as a shoe rack in his entryway...

It's interesting how these things turn up when we are least expecting it...

very interesting paulette... i had a similar incident happen to me;

many years ago a friend gave me a little rock stature she had made

(like you, she collected rocks of all shapes & sizes) but she was an artist and painted faces and bodies on the rocks and put them together to make adorable figurines...

needless to say i loved this little stature.... it was a daniel boone/ davy crocket type character complete with coonskin cap...

when my husband & i moved from tenn. back to florida ... it ended up missing and i was very upset about this...

flash ahead 20 years and my friend is in a goodwill thrift shop in florida and there sitting on a shelf collecting dust is my little daniel boone/ davy crocket figurine ... it had been stolen in tenn.

i was dumbstruck when she returned it to me and told me where she found it...

i read somewhere when something is lost or stolen and it truly belongs to you it will be returned to you...i don't know how true that is but i find these types of stories fascinating...

There's more than one way to see that JC..(IMO) when something is THAT persistent..it's a tap on the shoulder (or kick in the belly) of something that is being avoided that needs attention. You may (and probably do) have locked in your mind encounters that try to surface but are pushed down by your own mind. I know for a fact (myself as guinea pig) that they will try to get your attention in different ways and they usually get stronger...more abrasive. In your case, trying to face them yourself might not work but with a hypnotherapist like Steve's..you would probably find what is causing this ruinous dream. You aren't someone who backs down any more than Paulette is..I've seen you scratching and fighting to be understood and hating for anyone to misinterpret a remark. It's very important to you to understand and be understood Sometimes I think we hang complications on things that were never meant to be complicated. We want answers and sometimes I think the Universe is telling us to just accept..that the whys are not the issue..faith is.

Your little story is a sweet one Auntie and actually it's full of hope and promise. If a thing is destined to be it will be in spite of any odds. I think we do draw things to us..we have that kind of power we just don't always know we use it.

Thanks everyone. Jokelly you are right - there is sadness attached to this dream. I have too much stuff (my parents didn't) and I think its because for the first 54 years of my life things were stripped away or had to be abandoned over and over again. My parents lost their home to a hurricane in about 1972. Their belongings were scattered over a 5 mile radius and stuff in the remaining house rained on while the insurance company stalled. I meanwhile was having to drop out of grad school and didn't want to tell them because I had no plan. They asked me to come help and I didn't. My brother did. He relocated them in a featureless apt. near him in San Antonio. I didn't drive yet and getting to their house terrified when I finally did. When I visited them they could be nice for about 15 minutes and then started in - my hair, my life, my plans. They never approved of anyone that I dated so I had given up on that. I stayed away mostly and then moved to Canada.

My brother (a half brother/Mom's son) resented how heavily they leaned on him but I wasn't aware of the depth of his anger until he threw everything away. They and I had re-connected and they came to Canada and met their grandchildren. I tried to connect with my brother but ...Wow....can't even talk about that. I have a weird family.

When I moved to Canada I liquidated just about everything except some books and some kitchen ware. When I moved out of the house that I had lived in during my marriage (17 years) I got rid of a lot of stuff then too. Then there was the flood in the basement where I lived. Books soaked up the water without me realizing the extent of the flood and molded. So...

I now have a houseful of stuff. It's other people's lost and discarded treasures - from the Goodwill, garage sales, etc. Lots of books. Tons of rocks and equipment - and I'm not doing anything with any of it right now. Feel like I'm treading water - everything is OK but it isn't really. I've felt that way for awhile - might be reverberations from the Web of Life. Might be more personal. Letting it unpack (what other option is there?).

well... sometimes I find myself "resenting" the role and responsibility I've dropped into with my parents. And funny thing is, it's beginning to show its ugly face in material "stuff". So this whole topic (and the dream ) reverberates with me.

When we moved in with my folks I got rid of a lot of stuff. We also combined simple kitchen items (wooden spoons, potato mashers) to have what we all needed. My thought was that these things are easily replaced by goodwill, etc. (and they are). Years ago, when someone broke a chandelier of my grandmothers I kept pieces of it and made dangling things for decorations and that has helped staved off feelings of sentiment. I honestly think I won't want any of my folks stuff because there is way too much. However, I'm finding myself more and more attached to my stuff I have left. My kids are too. Last week my sister (I guess) admired a rolling garden stool I have and my dad gave it to her. Just like that. At my sisters' her husband was rolling on it around a car (perfect wheel height) and that's how I found out. I bit my tongue and decided it wasn't worth being mad about, but did find out that it wasn't just borrowed. The "hutch" of my grandmothers I mentioned above was sold (with my permission) to a friend of my mothers. Did the lady admire it?

I can see myself dreaming about this stuff.

I can definitely understand a bit of resentment in responsibility roles I keep telling myself..females were originally designed as home makers and child rearers not hunter/gatherers or decision makers..after a life of it..when I look back I'd love someone to take care of me for a change

Another dream: dreamed about 3 days ago. I didn't want to post it because it is/was terrible.

When my husband came home at 3:30 I was still in an emotional hang-over from my dream. I related it to him and said that I still felt sickened by it.

I'll try to tell it without traumatizing anyone else. I and another woman were somewhere like a warehouse in an industrial area. There was a sort of shore line outside but it was a shoreline in Hell. The mud and water were oil soaked and looked toxic. One couldn't jump off the dock and "escape".

We were naked and prisoners (I reverberated to your recent dream Skywalker). There was a WOMAN in charge of us and I may initially had hopes that we could speak to her or that she would be merciful. I didn't remember doing anything to result in being in my predicament. I didn't know the other people in the dream.

She took us in a back area and hurt us and smeared dirt in our wounds. There was not a trace of concern or compassion in her.

When I awoke I was shocked - literally could barely walk and couldn't shake off the dream. I wondered (even while awake) if I had been infected and would sicken in my waking world.

There was no plot. There was nothing I could do but wake up. My husband was concerned about me. I have NEVER DREAMED anything like this nor have I related anything like this to him or anyone else. All he could say was, "How could your mind come up with this?" It's a question I had as well.

Sorry if this was disturbing. I have no interest in its sensationalism and omitted much. It faded and I was VERY RELIEVED not to dream anything further like this. So far so good.

It sounds like a combination of different things that have been going through Paulette's mind lately. She has been thinking a lot about how pollution is destroying the planet, which would explain the dirty oily water and being in an industrial area, and she has also had dreams lately about being a prisoner of the Nazis, or some other dictatorial government. So have I for some reason.

Given what has been going on in the world lately I can see why people would start having fears about the planet being ruined and the government running amok...because that is what is happening. Our dreams must be a reflection of our daily thoughts...kind of like our mind's way of trying to rationalize and warn us of things that are going on in the real world.

If somebody goes swimming in the ocean and almost gets attacked by a shark, then they start having horrible nightmares about being eaten by sharks, than they are very likely not going to go swimming in the ocean again. The mind through the dream world was able to invoke a respons that keeps the person safe.

If Paulette and I are thinking that the government is going to go berzerk and start imprisoning and torturing everybody than our subconscious mind through our dreams is going to try to make us aware of the danger so that we will hopefully takes steps to avoid it.

Unfortunately there is not much we can do when confronted by evil all powerful governments, societies that dump pollution all over the planet, and alien beings that swoop down out of the sky and zap people with paralyzing beams of light. The mind is still trying to make us aware of the danger though.

That's my wild guess anyway.

I'm not afraid of the government. I don't like what they are doing to the country but even if they destroy everything that once made the country great they still can't destroy me. Sure, they could arrest me, torture me and kill me, but there is something inside of me that is a lot stronger than flesh and blood. It's called an idea...an idea where the people have freedom, liberty and justice for all...an idea where the people know the Truth...and ideas like that can not be killed.

Eh..we're small potatoes..just a hand full of experiencers and abductees who no one will remotely believe anyway. Had we any value to them..we'd have been on their 'come hither' list long ago.

Burritos are bad too... Sorry dear..life is just too short to eat tacos ;D

Laughing...seeing Paulette racing after an alien ship..'but wait..you can have me for tacos....' LOL

They took my favorite type off the market..they used to have a beef and potato burrito for less than a buck and I loved the things. 'sigh' no mo..all gone..bad people

I'm back from a long driving trip - by ferry to Haida Gwaii (we took a little stateroom that had a tiny bathroom with a SHOWER all in about 4 feet square. Little bunks with edges (which kept us from rolling out when it got rough on the crossing). We drove back roads everywhere and collected wonderful rocks and had wonderful discussions with rock lovers and loggers, waitresses and other tourists. Now I'm sick with a cold that turned into pneumonia but am on antibiotics and hoping to turn the corner soon!

The curious thing was - I didn't see ANYTHING (or sense anything) UFOish in our travels and I sorta expected to! No glint of sun off something metallic in the distance. No hush or humming. We saw bears and signs of moose and elk and wolves (prints and scat). We even saw a spirit bear (pale brown chest, creamy back) on the side of the road happily eating plants in the ditch and ignoring the tourist cars.

It wasn't until this afternoon (first day home) - I had a nap in my own bed and slept probably 5 hours (I hadn't been able to sleep lying down for days) - and dreamed one of my usual strange dreams. There was a young woman who "wanted me to meet someone" and in the dream I knew that she meant, contact an alien person. (In the dream I was a young adult). She took me and a young man I didn't know somewhere isolated. He was in swimming trucks. A blonde man checked him out physically and told him he could stand to lose a few lbs. I just laughed because I was substancially more substancial. He frowned at my body but also ran his hands in what felt like a scan or frisk rather than anything sexual. They were trying to decide if I would be useful to them when I woke up. Interestingly, I was checking my piled messages and FB stuff and discovered a long article on datura - scopolamine. It is used in Columbia by criminals who blow it in one's face or drink and instantly the victim has no will power but is totally open to suggestion. Later they have no memory of what they have done. Victims carry their own furniture and possessions out past the doorman to a van, empty their bank accounts, etc. They may have dreams about what happened but cannot recall it consciously.

Scopalomine is not just a Columbian jungle plant though. It grows as Angel Trumpet (can be ordered from seed catalogues) both in nurseries and as a weed along Texas roads in the Rio Grande Valley and Mexico. It was used medically to "twilight" women having births without anesthetic in the 70's - I observed one of those births as a student nurse. The woman was screaming and thrashing but later didn't remember any of it. They discontinued it fairly rapidly I think.

It was also used (maybe still is) as anti-seasick patches that one placed behind one's ear. I used a few in the 80's when I had to go out on my husband's boat to work without working up to the extreme conditions they were fishing in. I was not seasick - I was altered. My eyes were dialated and I felt odd. The Columbians call it the "Devil's breath" because it takes away will. I was fishing with my husband and his #1 deckhand (female) whom I believe he was having an affair with and who "punished me" for being on the boat. I remember accepting the whole situation rather stoically. Maybe the patch had something to do with it. Anyway...this posting is pretty jumbled up but I think lost time and unremembered or patchily remembered events can be easily achieved by earthside pharmacology.