Dream...
Years ago I had a dream that I was near the Holocaust Museum in Washington DC. There was a large lawn, with a "temporary installation", an art exhibit of pairs of childrens shoes, representing a large number of children who died in the Holocaust. In the larger picture, I now think it might have meant a large number of abortions around the world, rather than in the death camps.
But for a long time I wondered what the whole dream meant, because in it I kept walking toward the museum. It looked different in the dream than it does in real life. There was only the base of some steps, or the beginning of a walkway, in a style that reminds a bit of the Vietnam Memorial Wall. But there was steel and a sort of salmon pink granite, plus the concrete sidewalk.
As I was still looking at the rows and rows of shoes, it seemed a 50 foot tall woman was coming up behind me, absolutely furious and insane with anger. She actually made me think of Hitler, not in looks but in temperament, the hysterical screaming from the balcony. She did seem to have dark straight hair in a pageboy cut.
I tried to lie down between pairs of shoes; she was coming so fast and suddenly that I really didn't have time to think. I guess I thought I'd be so small compared to her, that she wouldn't notice me.
No such luck. The next thing you know I was in a room with three other people, two men and another woman. We each had what appeared to be colanders on our heads like helmets, but we were bound in wooden chairs like old fashioned office chairs from the 1940s.
Again the WWII theme sneaking in there, but they also reminded me a little of an electric chair, the death penalty type.The colanders had blue flames coming from inside them, our heads would get cooked instantly, though at that point-- I died, or has risen out of my body since I was looking down on the scene.
I then was suddenly on a structure that was white, but otherwise looked like a dome, like a giant white contact lens. I figured I was dead, and this was the afterlife.
I started running because it seemed to be we were supposed to be a game, there were games so we could learn the lessons we had not learned in life. I kept running and there were quite a few interesting things to pick up. I picked up a small suede bag that happened to have some money in it.
Around this time in real life, I went for a lot of walks, and was always finding interesting things. Not to mention the occasional bit of money usually just a little change. The handbag was rather nicer than anything I'd found, and the money was pretty good too, can't remember how much.
Just a little farther and I found much larger handbag. There was a meant behind me who was new to the games, and hadn't found anything yet. So I gave her the small bag. She seemed to be pretty glad to have it.
The whole time I was actually running in place, and it was the dome that was spinning, and I knew that. Suddenly I found I was at the top center of the dome, where there was a woman who looked like a woman who I worked with. The woman at work had a side gig as a ticket seller for a lot of large events, concerts and sporting events.
She was in a booth at the top of the dome, it looked just like a ticket window, she was sitting in it. Around the edges of her face were leopard spots, that faded as you got to the center of her face. I woke up at that point.
I have to say, that dark haired Hitler woman was so terrifying, it was such a terrifying experience to have her even notice me.
About the leopard spots, I originally thought they might have meant I was an out cast, or the lady in th ticket booth was--or the woman at work. But this year I realized it meant something else entirely. The ticket seller lady at work used this saying a lot: "a tiger doesn't change its stripes".
She said that a few times about some of the people who occasionally did business with us. One guy, for ibstance, son of a client, was just a ne'er-do-well. He seemed like he'd improve, but he never did.
She was 20 or more years older than I was, and just had a lot of experience with people. She'd seen it all before. I knew I was meant to hear her say that and know it was true. I had dated a guy and talked to her a little about him. I think she kind of knew him, and though she was not talking about him directly, I knew I was meant to hear that, anf that it was about him, even though it wasn't. I soon found out in an unpleasant way that she was right. Unfortunately.
The blue flames coming from the "colander" headpieces were about GASLIGHTING, which was definitely something someone in my family was doing to me at the time, maybe more than one person. This dream was possibly 30 years ago, maybe longer. But one I'll never forget.
The idea of me being frightened by someone who was more than 50 or so feet tall, is interesting. Last year I listened to someone talking about sorcery and witchcraft. He said when someone is actually doing that to you, one of the effects it has is making you hugely and disproportionately afraid of something very small and ordinary. He said usually if you see a spider on your nightstand, you grab a tissue and smash it, or even just use a finger or thumb. But witchcraft will make you think a spider is as tall as a skyscraper, you'll be terrified of it.
Also in the last year or so, I had an encounter on the internet with someone I at first trusted, then felt very intimidated by. She made a remark after I began to dislike her, not to me but someone else. She was just getting interested in a certain occult craft which is supposedly on par with witchcraft. Maybe intertwined. Actually she said, it sounds boring, but I thought I've heard other people say things like that and it was more or less denial. Well, I may never know.
The internet woman reminded me so much of the dream giantess, that I felt like the dream was sort of about her. The internet woman even has the same first name as my female relative. My relative looks not much like the dream villain, and I have no idea what the I ternet lady looks like.
But I think the idea of me being so scared of her reminds me of the dream. The colanders were like an aluminum one she used to have, so that's like the classic conspiracy theorist's tinfoil hat.
Well, that was an interesting dream, it was very vivid at the time, and I wrote about it in my paper journal and in this one, but I think not so extensively.
I wonder how in the first part of the dream I'm walking toward the museum, close to the entrance, but suddenly I'm back near the shoes again, trying to hide. It was a bit out of sequence, or ...darn, I'm not sure!
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I had been talking about lot for a while about a certain preacher I never named, and how dishonest he was, and uncaring. He's never really gotten the disrespect he deserved from a lot of his friends and followers. I think he's a complete hypocrite, BUT, he's gotten a lot of exposure for what he did. It seems like he just doesn't deserve to be disciplined or corrected, because he doesn't care, truly doesn't care.
In the last couple days I feel like I've gotten a heads up regarding condemnation of people. That I just need to stop. Doesn't Jesus say that we can only judge when we've gotten the beam out if our own eye? I just feel like this guy judged someone else, threw someone out of church when they obviously didn't deserve it, right in front of the whole church, Someone even has a camera on him, his voice recorded also. He'd been in ministry for years, should have handled the situation entirely differently. He's right out there as a minister of God, has written books, put out lots of video sermons.
It's one of those situations where people have done what is evil in the sight of God, right out in public. I don't know what to say about it if I'm not supposed to condemn the person. I guess let God worry about it and me move on to something constructive. Le sigh! I feel stuck in the mud of self, I guess.
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LEOPARDS DON'T CHANGE THEIR SPOTS, is what I meant to say about the last with leopard spots on her face. She had said in real life that tigers don't chang their stripes, and in the dream that translated to the same thing. LEOPARDS don't change their spots. I think the ticket booth is about a near death experience I had, and that I was at the end, buying another ticket to get back in the game.
The cats who don't change are the ones I want to avoid in this life. It never seems to come easy. I always want people to like me, but then I find someone who's a backstabber or mocker or user. Well, focus on the iges who aren't that...
But for a long time I wondered what the whole dream meant, because in it I kept walking toward the museum. It looked different in the dream than it does in real life. There was only the base of some steps, or the beginning of a walkway, in a style that reminds a bit of the Vietnam Memorial Wall. But there was steel and a sort of salmon pink granite, plus the concrete sidewalk.
As I was still looking at the rows and rows of shoes, it seemed a 50 foot tall woman was coming up behind me, absolutely furious and insane with anger. She actually made me think of Hitler, not in looks but in temperament, the hysterical screaming from the balcony. She did seem to have dark straight hair in a pageboy cut.
I tried to lie down between pairs of shoes; she was coming so fast and suddenly that I really didn't have time to think. I guess I thought I'd be so small compared to her, that she wouldn't notice me.
No such luck. The next thing you know I was in a room with three other people, two men and another woman. We each had what appeared to be colanders on our heads like helmets, but we were bound in wooden chairs like old fashioned office chairs from the 1940s.
Again the WWII theme sneaking in there, but they also reminded me a little of an electric chair, the death penalty type.The colanders had blue flames coming from inside them, our heads would get cooked instantly, though at that point-- I died, or has risen out of my body since I was looking down on the scene.
I then was suddenly on a structure that was white, but otherwise looked like a dome, like a giant white contact lens. I figured I was dead, and this was the afterlife.
I started running because it seemed to be we were supposed to be a game, there were games so we could learn the lessons we had not learned in life. I kept running and there were quite a few interesting things to pick up. I picked up a small suede bag that happened to have some money in it.
Around this time in real life, I went for a lot of walks, and was always finding interesting things. Not to mention the occasional bit of money usually just a little change. The handbag was rather nicer than anything I'd found, and the money was pretty good too, can't remember how much.
Just a little farther and I found much larger handbag. There was a meant behind me who was new to the games, and hadn't found anything yet. So I gave her the small bag. She seemed to be pretty glad to have it.
The whole time I was actually running in place, and it was the dome that was spinning, and I knew that. Suddenly I found I was at the top center of the dome, where there was a woman who looked like a woman who I worked with. The woman at work had a side gig as a ticket seller for a lot of large events, concerts and sporting events.
She was in a booth at the top of the dome, it looked just like a ticket window, she was sitting in it. Around the edges of her face were leopard spots, that faded as you got to the center of her face. I woke up at that point.
I have to say, that dark haired Hitler woman was so terrifying, it was such a terrifying experience to have her even notice me.
About the leopard spots, I originally thought they might have meant I was an out cast, or the lady in th ticket booth was--or the woman at work. But this year I realized it meant something else entirely. The ticket seller lady at work used this saying a lot: "a tiger doesn't change its stripes".
She said that a few times about some of the people who occasionally did business with us. One guy, for ibstance, son of a client, was just a ne'er-do-well. He seemed like he'd improve, but he never did.
She was 20 or more years older than I was, and just had a lot of experience with people. She'd seen it all before. I knew I was meant to hear her say that and know it was true. I had dated a guy and talked to her a little about him. I think she kind of knew him, and though she was not talking about him directly, I knew I was meant to hear that, anf that it was about him, even though it wasn't. I soon found out in an unpleasant way that she was right. Unfortunately.
The blue flames coming from the "colander" headpieces were about GASLIGHTING, which was definitely something someone in my family was doing to me at the time, maybe more than one person. This dream was possibly 30 years ago, maybe longer. But one I'll never forget.
The idea of me being frightened by someone who was more than 50 or so feet tall, is interesting. Last year I listened to someone talking about sorcery and witchcraft. He said when someone is actually doing that to you, one of the effects it has is making you hugely and disproportionately afraid of something very small and ordinary. He said usually if you see a spider on your nightstand, you grab a tissue and smash it, or even just use a finger or thumb. But witchcraft will make you think a spider is as tall as a skyscraper, you'll be terrified of it.
Also in the last year or so, I had an encounter on the internet with someone I at first trusted, then felt very intimidated by. She made a remark after I began to dislike her, not to me but someone else. She was just getting interested in a certain occult craft which is supposedly on par with witchcraft. Maybe intertwined. Actually she said, it sounds boring, but I thought I've heard other people say things like that and it was more or less denial. Well, I may never know.
The internet woman reminded me so much of the dream giantess, that I felt like the dream was sort of about her. The internet woman even has the same first name as my female relative. My relative looks not much like the dream villain, and I have no idea what the I ternet lady looks like.
But I think the idea of me being so scared of her reminds me of the dream. The colanders were like an aluminum one she used to have, so that's like the classic conspiracy theorist's tinfoil hat.
Well, that was an interesting dream, it was very vivid at the time, and I wrote about it in my paper journal and in this one, but I think not so extensively.
I wonder how in the first part of the dream I'm walking toward the museum, close to the entrance, but suddenly I'm back near the shoes again, trying to hide. It was a bit out of sequence, or ...darn, I'm not sure!
~~~~~~~~~~~~
I had been talking about lot for a while about a certain preacher I never named, and how dishonest he was, and uncaring. He's never really gotten the disrespect he deserved from a lot of his friends and followers. I think he's a complete hypocrite, BUT, he's gotten a lot of exposure for what he did. It seems like he just doesn't deserve to be disciplined or corrected, because he doesn't care, truly doesn't care.
In the last couple days I feel like I've gotten a heads up regarding condemnation of people. That I just need to stop. Doesn't Jesus say that we can only judge when we've gotten the beam out if our own eye? I just feel like this guy judged someone else, threw someone out of church when they obviously didn't deserve it, right in front of the whole church, Someone even has a camera on him, his voice recorded also. He'd been in ministry for years, should have handled the situation entirely differently. He's right out there as a minister of God, has written books, put out lots of video sermons.
It's one of those situations where people have done what is evil in the sight of God, right out in public. I don't know what to say about it if I'm not supposed to condemn the person. I guess let God worry about it and me move on to something constructive. Le sigh! I feel stuck in the mud of self, I guess.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
LEOPARDS DON'T CHANGE THEIR SPOTS, is what I meant to say about the last with leopard spots on her face. She had said in real life that tigers don't chang their stripes, and in the dream that translated to the same thing. LEOPARDS don't change their spots. I think the ticket booth is about a near death experience I had, and that I was at the end, buying another ticket to get back in the game.
The cats who don't change are the ones I want to avoid in this life. It never seems to come easy. I always want people to like me, but then I find someone who's a backstabber or mocker or user. Well, focus on the iges who aren't that...