I have a recurring dream. It always involves my family in a motel in the Colorado mountains. I’m always in a panic. We have to get packed so we can leave before we are charged for another day. Details change, like who I’m with, but its always Sammy and me, generally Roger. This week it was Kristina’s family; she was all loaded and waiting with her stuff in the car—very little room left for mine.
The following is an interesting detail. I have two suitcases. One is basically the one I generally use; the other is a see-through bag sort of like the big clear plastic bags bedding comes in. The problem is that the clear one is smeared with peanut butter. I am cleaning it up. It was a relief to wake up.
Now I like to think I’m unique; that that dream is original! I started entering “recurring dream…” on ask.com. Guess what? “Recurring dream about packing” popped up. Oh, my, can’t I at least have my own original dream.
The meaning isn’t very complicated. Sort of obvious, and dead center to my life. Too much stuff, need to be organized, or I need to get rid of it!
Well, I will commit to cleaning off all the peanut butter I can find smeared on my stuff!
Mine seem to have my high school locker or a phone of sorts involved— I can’t remember the code for my locker to get it opened in time… time for class maybe?? and then the other is that I’m stuck somewhere and I’m trying to call home- to mom or dad— and the phone doesn’t have buttons or numbers-I’m not a younger me but usually who I am now but things end in frustration that I can’t get things opened or connect with folks in time— in time for what- who knows—
Now that phone thing without numbers, that is very creative for your unconscious mind. The being late could fit me, but I don’t recall dreams about it. I put something on blog about a dream, Sammy and the Casseroles. I think I’ll find it for a reblog. It was very funny and so ME. Thanks for sharing.
“any smeared peanut butter on anything.” – have you seen the mirror lately😂
You have given me reason for the dream tonight. My mirrors are clean, however. Playing dumb to what you are getting at.
Ah, those peanut butter smeared lips reflecting back from the mirror will be a sight to behold.
wow! What a dream for you to ponder and meditate upon. Many possibilities, I believe it was of God.
Maybe so. I’ve stopped buying so much needless stuff, so might be the reason the dream is not happening recently. Thanks.
I love peanut butter!! 😊
with syrup! About every three months or so, I eat as much as I want. Then repent. 😀