Posted by Temmie on August 28, 2003, at 7:52:50
In reply to Re: Feeling Better/Thanks All 4 Your Prayers!, posted by Tabitha on August 27, 2003, at 22:30:46
My apologies if this doesn't belong in Psycho-Babble Faith .... I hope this is okay!
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Wow. That was a weird dream. The house began to shake. I realized it was an earthquake. We had a house full of people, some kind of family party, and I began to yell at everyone to "stand in a door well." The shaking went on for what seemed several minutes. Way more than two or three. At one point I tried to walk away from the corner I was in, and I was thrown to the floor. Then I was rolled, hard, from one wall to the next. I kept waiting for the splintering of wood and brick, but it never came. Finally, when the rough shaking diminished to more manageable "waves," I took a look out one of the windows. The whole house was moving to the east. There went our driveway. There went our neighbors. There went the neighborhood.I made my way to the front room, and somehow the house looked like a command ship. There were huge thigh-to-ceiling windows looking out over the view (which we don't have in our "real" home). My mom and dad and Aunt Florence were up there ... and lots of things were going on.
Somehow I'd met two of my brother's friends, who were brothers, and both interested in me. (!) The younger one ... I can't remember what he did. The older one was a pharmaceutical rep. They were both so sweet. Such sweet guys. And my bedroom had been transformed. Someone had come over and changed the walls and floor space, put bunk beds in for all the kids in the house, and the floor was a mess with wet towels, dirty clothes, spilled Kool-Aid, and a scattering of toys. I was looking for something to wear. Apparently I'd just come from the shower and was wrapped in nothing but a towel, but all my clothes were gone. Everything! All I needed was a pair of jeans and a t-shirt -- but every hanger, with every shirt and top -- was gone. I was so irritated.
A family friend stepped in to give me a t-shirt. It had some goofy plastic sort of picture on the front, so I put it on inside out. Seemed to work out okay. And somehow I found jeans, as well.
Jared was drunk. He was doing cartwheels and acting silly in the living room. He's since gone to bed, in fact, I tried to wake him and tell him the house was moving, at one point, but he was too drunk to rouse.
I made my way back to the front room -- and at different points -- my body lifted off the ground and began to fly. "I'm going to start flying now," I said, as family looked on in amazement. I floated through the air -- nothing great -- no Superman swirls and dives -- it was more of a clumsy, slow-motion series of cartwheels to start. Then I told my family, "It's aliens."
We looked out the front window and saw a small tank -- flying through the air -- as was our house -- covered with a brown tarp, to look inconspicuous (when it had been on the ground). Then, a man stood up, aimed a sub-machine gun sort of automatic weapon at the house, and began firing. I couldn't understand why they'd go through so much trouble to take the whole house, with everyone in it, and then try to kill us. "Hit the floor!" I yelled. We all lay as flat as we could, and I could feel the bullets pass overhead, and to the right of me -- as disturbances in the air -- puffs of air, but I felt no bullets, and there was no apparant damage to the structure. No one was hurt.
We were flying through the air at this point to some other land. Eventually we came to a stop, and people from within the house began to converse with those outside. There was much excitement. The people in the "new" land were friendly and affectionate. This is a bit confusing, but I guess it was at this point that I was struggling to find clothes.
Oh, and there had been an earlier point when I'd gone outside to look at Mars and fallen asleep at the end of the driveway. I awoke to a telephone call -- on conference -- in which one of the brothers I mentioned earlier, talked with a friend about meeting someone (me), and how he'd fallen in love. He had to get his life together, ship-shape, because he wanted to marry me, and move me into a new home ....
When we finally stopped again, me dressed, at last -- the doors opened -- like an acordian, or a giant bus doorway, and people began to fight to get "on board." A skinny woman of color, with missing teeth (looking like one of the crack addicts I met when Paul was here and staying at "the Crack-Den Hotel") wanted to come in to take our phone, and I wouldn't let her. She had four or five children who all scrambled aboard, and I pulled them off one-by-one, and put them back on the ground outside. An argument ensued that I was refusing them entrance because of their color .... Was I? This "new" place we'd landed was violent, scary, and dark. We got the doors closed again, and soon after this I woke up.
There was a point, though, when the "younger brother" gave me some stones he'd carried in his pocket as a sort of "good luck charm" before my heading out one of the side doors. I was so excited, and thanked him profusely. I've done some energy work with different stones ... and was very excited to have elements of nature ... and earth ... in my pocket. What a sweetie he was.
How blessed I was to have two men who loved and wanted me so. That was confusing. Not at all familiar, as I've entered into these "middle years" of life ... but sweet.
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Temmie
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