Dreameryv2

March 13, 2010

T.V Cowgirl Dream, Horse and Dr. Phil.

In, I think, a much longer dream which I cannot recall all of. I was dressed in full cowgirl dress of a light color and a buck skin jacket with fringe on the bottom and trimmed in lovely bright shinny bead work, traditional to the American Southwest Indians. Also, a cowboy style hat. (I think of old black and white movies starring Dale Evans, and Roy Rogers, and particularly, how attractive she was in the theater posters which were in color. )

Some how I had a contract for a T.V. cowboy program. That for some reason I felt I had keep secret from my father. He doesn’t suspect me of any such arraignment because I would never in his opinion, be so un-lady like as to romp with cowboys, fight or ride a wild horse. Dr. Phil was there dressed in business suit and black Texas cowboy hat. (He was a producer more than a doctor of any kind.) He kept trying to get me to go on a black stallion. Finally, I consented. The horse was very restless and I had to tie a rope around my waist and to the saddle to stay on. I complained the scene would not photograph well, as this was too distressing. He insisted I go on as the script required as we had a schedule to meet. He was very persuasive and seemed to have a superior understanding of what was to happen next. For technical reasons, the scene was to be filmed in reverse order. I was to swing across a river to an island where the stallion was in a barn and get on it there.

I was to put a toothpick in the horse’s mouth and a wooden plug in his right ear when I completed the scene, at the end point, which when shown was to be the start point. This action was to guide the film editor where to cut and would not show in the final version. I protested this was too confusing, but Dr. Phil assured me it would come out right in the end.

However I was afraid the horse would bite me and I had on a pair of gloves. When I found out what I had to do I wanted to refuse, but told Dr. Phil I would rather do the fight scene with the two bad guys next in the script. He said it too late to do that. So I decided to ride the stallion, the two bad guys actors belonging to the next scene were there and helped me calm the horse. Then when I was midstream, the rapidly moving river nearly swept me off. I kept trying to hold on to it. I Finally made to the other side, where additional film crew people were shooting from there. My cowgirl costume was destroyed. I asked  for someone to help to dry the tired and frightened horse.

My husband, Bill is quiet, thoughtful, hardly every drinks. He does not seem to desire the wild life at all. Logically, he is a good husband. When we have a small dispute it is almost always over my poor handling of money, When this happens he call me a financial idiot and I strike back, that he may be right, but that when it comes to music, it is he who is the idiot!

Last night, I dreamed I was back at my old schools music department and I was explain to my friends that I would not be coming back. Because I was accepting a profitable, but non music related job, which pleased my husband, whom I said frowned on working for nothing, (as was the usual rule in the music department.) They all laughed, as they knew that was their fate.

As I left the building one of the pet cats that had been there for years followed me because it liked me so well. Apparently the cat was the mascot and good luck piece for the nusic department. I petted it and told it it was needed there and had to stay.

Back home I aomehow learned that a series of bad luck events had occured at the music department. Teachers had been fired for inaaprprate affairs with students, a fire distroyed the music hall and the senior music professor had colon cancer and was not expected to live. The schedieuled perforances had consquently been cut in half.

There was a message, I didn’t fully inderstand, about a dog that was attacked and killed by a hungry mountain lion in front the school. Some how I was expected to feel guilty or responsible for this. But I did’t really feel that way about the news.

• -(JoAnn) “CRYBABYSTILL”-
  Invited Guest Blogger
  
  
  January 8, 2010

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  Two dreams: 1. Really bad experience as a beauty operator, assault, police questioning.

  2. Desire to get married, ugly legs, Golf skills demonstrated.

Southern California Villa I had seen in my earlier dream of applying

for a job at a TV production company. Only this time, the grassy shaded

area was not provided with benches but a intervals were beauty shop

stations, they were more like ones I had seen in a movies about

celebrities having their hair done, than any one I had ever been in. I

am not a beauty operator or as far as I can remember ever wanted to be

one. For economy reasons my mom used to do my hair with hair kits from

Walgreen’s drug store, most the time. A trip to the beauty shop was for

special occasions al through my school years and even later. Also

unless was when I was very small did I ever have a physical

altercations with my mom.

I was at work-but not my real life work, it was somewhat like the Southern

California Villa I had seen in my earlier dream of applying for a job at a

TV production company. Only this time, the grassy shaded area was not

provided with benches but a intervals were beauty shop stations, they
were more like ones I had seen in a movies about celebrities having
their hair done, than any one I had ever been in. I am not a beauty
operator or as far as I can remember ever wanted to be one. For economy
reasons my mom used to do my hair with hair kits from Walgreen’s drug
store, most the time. A trip to the beauty shop was for special
occasions al through my school years and even later. Also unless was
when I was very small did I ever have a physical altercations with my
mom.

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The Dream:

The dream had me giving an older woman a shampoo and set -

I was worried about doingthis as I feared I might be able to do so competently

. Also there was not enough time to fully set her hair before the 7 o’clock

closing time. Never the less I started.

At some point I
decided I needed to use on her hair the barber shears (perhaps to have
less hair that would then set faster?) There were no proper shears in
the equipment drawers, so I went into the building to get them. Somehow
in searching for shears I took a wrong turn and had to use a unfamiliar
exit door which I hoped would take me back to the lady -however, it
didn’t go all the way as it just stopped midway-. Somehow I resolved
the passage issue and got back to her.

I told her a story to try to allay her unhappiness over this obvious incompetence, It was
that the shears were had been put away by the people who work with me
but were off today and I there for did not for that reason know exactly
where to find them quickly. But this was to no avail she was crazy
angry and grabbed the shears and a struggle followed. I felt terribly
guilty wresting the shears away from her, but I could see it was coming
down to either her or me as to who is going to get hurt.  She
realizes her arm is now cut and bleeding and finally accepts my help to
wrap it in a towel. She calms down and I call an ambulance.

The ambulance
arrived and we both got in. I finally did the older woman’s hair on the
way. She despite the upsetting circumstances said “Remember ‘I want
nice light waves and use those wave curlers’ - With doubts as to
whether I could do so, I STARTED SETTING HER HAIR.

At the emergency room, when we arrived a police team surrounded us and detained me while
the woman was taken to the doctors by an officer and I was questioned.
The questioning officer I think was the same one who was honored in my
earlier police banquet dream, only this time he was dressed in police
street actions type jacket and boots. An assistant took down every word
I said. Realizing the seriousness of possible criminal accusations,
decided I would revamp the truth to make it all sound as accidental as
possible without lying too much. I feared what story the woman might
give the police. I omitted her attack on me and said instead she was
very restless and moved causing the shears to cut her. The officer was
very accusatory, pointing to scratches and black and blue spots that
were starting to develop on my arms. I said I don’t know. After some
time I was told I could go as the woman’s story was similar to mine,
with some minor inconsistencies, I felt relived.

I (sort of) woke tonight with the thought I was very desirous to get married-

Something about me had
been blocking this before. But I couldn’t say, what for sure. I remember though

it had something to do with my legs which someone mean
had called ‘4 legs’. It seems as though in my dream everyone was
expecting me to fail in this desire and yet I knew within myself I
could.

Somehow I first had to go out, and descend a slope -As I stepped from the cement curb to
the green grass, I had to side step deposits of horse manure. The
grassy space appeared to be un cared for, and in some places dry and
dead. Then when I got on the higher located green, I think there was a
high wind but I think I did O.K. holding my own against it. There were
others there too bucking the wind and hitting golf balls in to it with
apparent pleasure. When I also tried this successfully the people
didn’t seem quite so derisive or unfriendly.

Dreameryv2

January 5, 2010

Christmas Time, makes me dream crazy.

Gender Switched Spy Chaser.

Hi Everyone,

I relieved some feedback that was pause me to think- Iw was ointed out to me that the  ’Gender switch’ event was as Freu’s male envy thing -O.K. I admit to a pre adolescent tom bay phase, that I
believed I had long abandoned. But the suggestion that the Russian
offices spy and his amorous girl were also hidden parts of my
subconscious world, took me by surprise-While my first inclination was to
laugh at the preposterous notion that I might harbor vindictive
impulses, killer inclination and voyeur impulses.  I later examined
this with some focus and concluded, that if I do have such impulses they are truly
repressed and not acceptable to me as being any part of my normal
persona. I am willing to leave such things open for later evidence. It could be that there may exist a part of me that should stay repressed