Frustration and Worry

Often when I am frustrated or worried it will come out in my dreams. This time I had the ultimate frustration/worry dream.  I was given the responsibility to put together four jig-saw puzzles and once together they needed to stay that way.  To make it worse this was to be done in a house full of drunks.  On top of that the drunks were curious meddling drunks that like to breath over my shoulder and slobber or even worse fall down on top of me or the table.  If this wasn't enough I also had 3 iPads that were mine and the drunks had full access to them. Whether they would be in decent shape after this night was another question.

Visiting with the greys

I was at my parents house where many of us in the family had gathered to visit and catch up with one another.  My parents were there some of the young ones of the family, my aunt and uncle and two non-family visitors, a couple looking to be in their 40s. 

The room was active with talk.  I was sitting beside my aunt who I had always been very close with.  We had talked about many things.  At one point my Uncle, who was on the other side of the room, sat up, winced and pulled his arms in over his belly.  My aunt had also seen it and said, "see he knows he is..." and I finished for her saying, "I call them greys."  What was meant by this was the my uncle was not there in the flesh he was with us in spirit form or you might say as a ghost, spirit of the dead, or maybe apparition.  She had meant that my uncle had seen himself in a mirror and did not like the way he looked and was covering himself the best he thought he could.

Later as my aunt and I talked the lady of the couple that was not true family had stood up to straighten clothing and I saw that she too was a grey, something I had not known before that moment.  I motioned to my mother who had been sitting beside her and she seemed to know what I was noticing and acknowledged that she too knew the reality.

My conspirator and loving aunt I knew was a grey and was appreciative that I had this time with her.

The Huge horses and the Nightmare in the making

I was going across Snoqualmie pass in Washington state from East to West on a snowmobile.  There were a lot of snow banks, blowing snow and ice both black and obvious.  I had a lot of obstacles but finally got to a small town.  I got off of the machine and I bumped an 18-wheeler truck and it started rolling down the street.  I was worried as hell and started running over to watch its path.  A bit later the owner brought it back up to its spot just about the time I realized that I would not have been in any trouble because it was on him as he had not to had it in park well enough.

A bit later I saw a man and a very large horse he was jerking the horse by a large chain and making the horse squeal loudly.  He made the horse land on the back of his neck and the horse stayed there until he yet again jerked.  He was doing other things just as disgusting.  I went behind a building and yelled, "you asshole."

Another lady came over and was wincing and moving about when I caught a glimpse of the area again and noticed the horse was not a usual horse it was enormous.  I would suggest he was the size of five horses, not even a Clydesdale of the grandest scale was this size.  The huge horse broke loose and went into a large inlet of water.  A short moment thereafter I heard a major thundering slap and I saw an Orca hit the water in full pursuit of the giant horse.  And just as the horse had been outsized this Orca was a nightmare in my waking eye.  Directly behind that flopped another huge Orca heading the way of the horse and it was a full out nightmare in the happening.

Drinks from the Ice Carousel

I was a competitor on this day.  Imagine if you will a grand carousel with a brilliant rainbow of colors and occasionally gold and silver flashes.  Now imagine no horses, no animals of any kind but around the sides a solid platform and in the middle a Plexiglas tube with a full spectrum of rainbow colors in slabs of ice.  The ice was making their way from under the platform to the top of the cylinder some 30 feet above.

This was my arena; this is where I was competing this afternoon with a handful of others around the platform.  Our outer platform would be spinning and the center spectrum of ice available. As we made our way around the ice we would be grabbing the ice that went by.  We used grabbers on the end of short handles.  We would be thrusting the large blocks of ice to our side into a chamber that would then show in color our choices. Those grabs would then be blended together to make a drink, a uniqe, one of a kind drink. Generally you needed an open and excited mind and the ability to think out of the box.  And generally those with a lot of ice grabs had the best chance at making the top grade.  But then maybe not if a lot of grabs made without good imagination could be a zero proposition.

I took my spot and the spin began and I made grab after grab midnight blue following chartreuse, Canary yellow beside true orange and finished off with lime.   My mind was sparking with possibility and ice slabs some 15 and 20 pounds at a time were swung and wham into the tube.  I found I was thinking of such grand combinations I needed to grab from further to my right and I snatched a medium-sized slab and kept rolling.  This was not within my area but I needed that slab to make the perfect combination.  Now I find I needed a sliver that was off to my left at least a foot from my area and I needed it before it was snatched by another.  I could not afford to let it go so I grabbed and slung.  When this afternoon was finished my combinations, imagination and stamina clearly out showed the field and applause from the bleachers rained down on me as I dismounted and took a towel to mop myself back together.  I was approached by an event runner and was being asked if I felt that my victory could have been better felt if I had stayed within my area.  I had to admit that it would have been nice but those combination were pure perfection and that poundage in total was outstanding so I really couldn't fine it within myself to feel to awfully bad.  

After the match I was in a living room that wrapped around a corner all in one room of good size.  My sister and the person she was talking to were sitting at a small dining room table on the right side that started the large living area.  I strode in to the room of a dozen or more people and let things die down a bit and then with my voice raised I started to tell how my performance on that day was near perfection.  After a few hesitant starts I found that I was not getting the audience that I wanted and I gave it up.  I was disappointed but I knew I would not let this go for too awfully long.  I then saw a kitty go by with a paper bag tied around it with string and I started asking someone else to help me rescue the kitty.  My sister called it the dust kitty as if it was something that happened occasionally.  I with the help of another guy went to the rescue.

The stiffening

My aunt who had been dead for several years now had been brought back to life.  I was in a car in the driver's side in the back seat and my aunt Lila was in the front driver's seat driving on this day.  We had dropped down off of a major highway to a side branch that had concrete walls on each side.

I was chattering along to Lila as I often did and I had said something that referred to her having been dead before.  It was not a direct mention but something that was so darn close that a reasoning mind might very well go there.  I saw my beloved and dear aunt stop all movement and then begin a noticeable process of stiffening, actually I should probably say hardening as if she were drying concrete that turned white and stiff with each second that passed.

I shook her and in panic I hit her rather hard with closed fist. I tried my best to stop what I was seeing.  Then I had another worry. Our car was going down this concrete trough of a road and was heading toward the wall and with a steep curve coming we would hit it. I first tried turning the car straight and then I reached over and further and shut off the ignition.

After we stopped I was saddened, and now unbelievably frightened. I was in a country I did not know geographically or in any other way and I had no idea how to tell my father where we were even if I did call him by cell phone and reach him in his car somewhere in the country as well.

I walked away from the car after we had scrapped the wall and stopped and headed down the road.  I got to a series of businesses.  I went inside one to see if I could find anyone that spoke English.  This was Norway so I did not at all speak their language.  I did find some fellows that were in the pub that I had entered that each spoke some English so together they set out to help me find a room, something to eat, and contact my father and let him know where I was.

Travel, a truck mishap and an exit through blood

My wife and I were traveling a foreign country along with my sister, my best guess is maybe a small area in Russia or one of the nearby countries like Georgia or the Ukraine.  We ended up at a table in a dinner.  We were at one table and diagonal to us was a heavy lady in local dress.  There was open space in front of us and down an open room to our right.  We were there to have breakfast.

The only two men in the room were reaching down chasing hens and saying in very accented English that they needed to get the eggs.  One of them grabbed something and threw it up into the arms of the lady in the room and it was a kitten.  They evidentially had picked up a hen and the lady got up with a rag saying that the egg was going to be dirty.


Later we had company in the form of a truck that came to a concrete room next to us with a large hole in the center.  The truck tried to dodge the hole and spun this way and that and eventually dropped down in the hole with the back of the truck down and the windows up where the man that was driving and obviously completely drunk said something in English that my sister interpreted for us as being I am glad to meet you and to meet me.  He was laughing like and was not going to let the truck mishap ruin his day.

When we were ready to leave we saw that there was a floor below us and that we were going to have to exit by that means because of the truck mishap.  The men went downstairs and were rustling around and brushing could be heard and they had done a cleaning so that we could leave but they said that there could still be a problem in that there was some blood on the floor.  I looked down a hatch to the floor below and sure enough blood was pooling and covering nearly every inch of the floor.