¶ Posted by Tiffany @ 3/28/2005 11:41:00 PM PERMALINK
I was standing in a field and saw a moose off in the distance. It was coming closer and closer to me. Not threatening me, but walking. It was a male and had a huge antler rack. Beautiful, graceful, powerful.

He came up to me from the side and put his huge head on my shoulder. Just rested his chin on my right shoulder. I wasn't afraid but I was in awe. It stayed for a little while and then just started walking away.

Also in this dream, I was out in the middle of nowhere, in a rural area of farmland.

I was in this old farm house. A family lived there. I think it was a single mom with 2-3 kids, all girls. They were adolescents and early teens. The house was run down. There were newspapers and garbage everywhere throughout the house.

It looked like it had been abandoned about 15-20 years before, and they found it and started living there. The doors were coming off the hinges. All the rooms were grimy.

I don't even know why I was there, but I went there several times in this dream. I didn't feel scared, but I did feel bad that they lived this way.
     

¶ Posted by Tiffany @ 3/19/2005 11:48:00 AM PERMALINK
I was in a weekend program for female students. It was like prison. No freedom and someone checking on you every five minutes. There was four of us in a room. I don't know what I was doing there. It was like boarding school, but short-term.

One of our field trips was to this Mexican town, similar to one I visited on my cruise in real life last week. There were spa services there, so I went with some of my friends to the hot tub room. But it was co-ed which made me uncomfortable.

Later at the same place I saw my high school boyfriend Pat and his good friend Dave in two separate booths, but it wasn't a restaurant. I went and sat next to Pat and we sang karaoke. They were karaoke booths! A phototographer came and took our picture together.

Karaoke is in my subconcious because I sang karaoke on the cruise ship last week, and I'm planning on going to a karaoke bar here at home tonight with some women from work.

After karaoke (I don't remember what I sang, if anything) I went back late to the boarding school and was almost caught.

I looked out the window in the morning when I was finally leaving the "prison" and saw Pat and Dave on a water taxi. It was about to leave.

I had to pass some inspection before I could leave the prison and just barely made it onto the water taxi as it was pulling away. I have no idea what body of water we were on or where we were going. It seemed to be more of a pleasure cruise more than a mode of transportation.

There was a photographer coming around with the photos he had taken at the karaoke booths. I told him we didn't want to order any (in my dream, as in real life, I am married to a wonderful man, Steve.) I thought it inappropriate to have a formal portrait of me and my ex when I am married. But Paul wanted them, and it surprised me.

Formal portraits are in my brain because my husband and I had some taken last November and I picked them up the other day from the photographer.

Of course, just like in every dream with my ex, I am torn between wanting to get back together with him, and my current status of MARRIED. Note: In real life, this is not a problem, but my subconcious loves to remind me about it.

Somewhere in this dream, I think at the beginning, was a cameo of a guy I met on the cruise last week, Chris. He did't stay, however. I think he morphed into Pat. Hummm... wonder what that means?     

¶ Posted by Tiffany @ 3/16/2005 09:52:00 AM PERMALINK
In my dream Monday morning, my best friend's childhood home burned down. I remember going through the rubble with her to find things that were salvagable. There wasn't much.

But we had to clean up the rubble because there was going to be a wedding on the pile of rubble that afternoon.

So, we had a wedding. Don't know who the bride was. But she and the bridesmaids were walking down the charred halls of the house to the living room, which didn't really exist anymore, where the ceremony was going to be.

I think the reception was held in the backyard, where it was muddy from the fire hoses and there was debris scattered all over.

I don't remember if the guests had a good time, or how the bride felt about the location. But it all felt very normal to be having a wedding in a charred house.

I dream about weddings a lot. Anyone know what weddings are supposed to signify?