Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Painting in the Movie Theater

Bob, Leeb and I went to a movie in the “downtown” area of an unknown city. Leeb had taken in a briefcase with his painting gear and elected to sit in the balcony. He also had his laptop loaded with scenes that he was painting.
 Bob and I sat in the theater and began watching the movie. I don’t recall the plot or anything about the actual movie except that it seemed very entertaining and exciting. Somewhere about half way through, we suddenly began seeing a slide show on the screen of Leeb’s scenic photos that he was using to paint. He had hooked his laptop into the movie projector so he could see his photos on the “big screen.”

 This had interrupted the movie during an exciting scene. The entire audience was miffed and didn’t know what was going on. We realized that it was Leeb causing the problem and hurriedly went upstairs to tell him. He was able to disconnect from the screen, but the projection person was not able to get the movie going again. Apparently, it wasn’t like a DVD that you could just go to the correct scene.

 We chose that moment to exit, but had difficulty because the stairwell was cluttered with boxes and other “stuff”. Finally, we got out of there and were nearly to our cars, when a theater person caught us and gave us coupons to see the movie at another time because they couldn’t get it to run properly now. Leeb had a red van and we had a car, but the next scenes involved us walking through the downtown area, including a large tall cathedral. It was snowing and there were Christmas decorations. That was where I woke up and realized it had been a very vivid dream.

September 29, 2009 

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Orange Troll

I was aware of “someone” in the Art Room. This time, instead of walking around, they were running my sewing machine very fast. I looked in the room and saw no one, but the sewing machine was running. My thought was not, “This is a dream”, but of “how can they do that?” I went downstairs to tell Bob and as I did so, a large spirit, who was orange and looked like an evil troll came upon me and held and strangled me, so that I could not speak. I tried to communicate what was going on, but Bob just looked puzzled. Finally, he caught on to what was going on. My feelings were of being stifled and then terror. Around that time, I briefly woke up, realized it was a dream, then went back to sleep and dreamed again, not realizing THIS was a dream. In the second installment, I now told Bob of all the happenings of the previous dream. He kept saying, “How could you NOT know it was dream?” and tried to analyze it. We discussed ways of getting rid of, not the dreams, but the evil orange troll. We talked about sending him to the labyrinth, then to the Light. At this point, I woke up and realized they had BOTH been dreams.

February 3, 2009