What dreams may come

A blog to keep track of my dreams and hear the interesting interpretations of others. The dreams are as much as I can recall of them and may be out of order and in rather rough format.

Sunday, August 24, 2025

Moose on a tree

 I saw a moose up high in the tree. I kept calling Myron to come and look but he was too slow. Of course, the moose was not happy in the tree and was trying to get down. He plummeted down and I hoped he was ok. Later I saw him walking but the hind legs were obviously injured. I didn't know how to help.

There was a person who was asking about having a student take a Engsoc course in something to do with trains but the student needed to be supervised and the class schedule didn't work out for that. There was also not much I could do to help.

Saturday, August 23, 2025

Stakes

 The window to the house was being propped open with a stake with writing on it. 

The lady downhill was using it to help a car maybe get out of the mud. 

The stakes were useful. Small but useful.

Monday, August 18, 2025

forgetting things

 I forgot the broccoili/spinach at the washing station. I was going to use it to propose something.

I brought it to a family but they were having a online meeting. I sat off to the side. I tried to wave but wasn't sure where the camera was. Justin Trudeau was in my way. I eventually found it. I was wearing a pony tail.

Saturday, August 16, 2025

Coverall shorts

 I was trying to decide what I should wear. I was thinking about red/orange coverall shorts but I wondered if it would be too cold. I needed to close my door so I could get changed.

Wednesday, August 13, 2025

Pride-y

 Pride can be a label. It can be a last name. Defining who you are. Let humility rise.

Tuesday, August 05, 2025

Chewy

 I was unlocking something for a student, trusting them but they had to bring me the stuffed Chewy in exchange as someone else would need that. They seemed reluctant and I was unsure about trusting them.

Sunday, July 27, 2025

The trendy monkey

 We asked Sam to pick up the materials for the crafts but instead he came back with a trendy stuffed monkey that looked like it had been run over by a car. It had some purpose, but not for the crafts.

I went to look to make sure that the items were in stock. Cotton balls, rubbing alcohol, some kind of tracks, one more thing.

A car had trapped a person behind a mailbox. I moved the mailbox out of the way and asked if they were ok. Then I tried to get a photo of the license plate while the driver wasn't looking but my camera wouldn't work. It may have been easier just to write the number on my hand.