Dreams 04/26/23


I am recording this dream that I just had now. Partially because I’m exhausted from my dream and partially because I don’t understand why I had this dream.

So I have heard that what you watch on tv can influence your dreams (I haven’t watched tv since last week when I watched one show with my husband for date night.)

I have also heard that what you eat can influence your dreams. (I had tuna with no eggs on garlic herb seasoned lettuce for dinner.)

I went to sleep listening to the Bible playing. I started it on Hosea and woke with it somewhere in Matthew.

Also, the wierd thing that happened is that when I woke and asked Dad about my crazy dream, I also asked Dad what was I supposed to do today, (my intent was not to touch this phone) and the Bible reading just stopped. It was still playing when I woke.

So. I reach for the phone and decide to record this crazy dream because it did not make sense.

So here is the dream.

My husband and I go to this mini mart kind of store to grab a few items. We apparently know the people who work the mart.

I get several types of small chocolates and I have her ring me up. When she does I ask the lady, “do you all need any help in any area. I’m available part time 3 days a week”.

Surprisingly she tells me I start on Monday.

My husband comes to ring up his items and overhears our conversation. He smiles when he realizes I’ll be working part time.

I head outside and someone drives past me on a moped. The guy was weird looking. He looked like he had a mask on. I have absolutely no idea what that was about.

One of the ladies in the store saw it and my husband saw it too.

This is where the dream gets crazy.

All I remember is I walked to the car preparing to leave but instead I spend the rest of my sleep time dealing with police officers arresting me, breaking me out of the station, re-arresting me, fighting and tricking each other just to arrest me again, and I have no idea why I’m going thru that.

Each time I got away it was because I was doing what an officer told me. So it’s like officers were locking me up and breaking me out.

So on this last break out it was a female and male cop who did. It was as if they were rescuing me but because of how quickly my absence was noticed I was put in this freezer like room and told to hide.

“Where?” was my thoughts. So I struggled to climb on top of this freezer and lie underneath this long jacket. I almost got away with it but at the last minute this cop guy decides to check the top of the freezee and he finds me and pulls me down.

While going thru the process of getting ready to process me in I don’t know why they thought I was dead.

I’m peaking thru partially closed eyes to see the lady cop and so I hit her feet to let her know I’m not dead so she rescues me again.

She puts me in the trunk of this taxi yellow cop car and her partner is driving. She closes the trunk but as they start to drive away one of the other cop guys opens the trunk twice and throws a gun in over me and a bag with money over on me.

I told the cop lady “they opened the trunk!” She said “no they didn’t” I said, “yes they did and they just threw a gun in the car and a bag of money. (Those who know me know I don’t do guns) She didn’t believe me so she has me hand it to her and I did.

Now I’m feeling like this is a setup and I still don’t know why any of this is happening.

We are driving and get caught in traffic. Right before the traffic got heavy I start seeing a lot of airplanes.

Then some weird looking airplanes come down into the street and out jumps a bunch of police and I am arrested again and the police are arguing with me over the mask.

“You are not getting away from us this time. Where is the mask?”

Me: “what mask?”

“You were wearing a mask. Where is it?”

Me: “I didn’t have a mask on. I don’t know what you are talking about. I don’t even know why I’m being arrested.”

Both the officer and his supervisor are being mean to me over a mask that I am clueless about.

I’m standing next to them as they look it up on the computer so I see what they see – nothing.

So I ask the supervisor who has now taken over because I got on the officers nerves over an unknown mask (Lol) and I ask him, “Well, did you see a mask?

He says to me, “yea” and I say, “where? You know darn well it was nothing on that computer screen but a bunch of white men?” (Forgive me but that is what I said and I’m a very light skinned G-i-r-l)

He said something smart to me about not escaping and by that time I was tired and I told him, “I am not an escape artist. I don’t even know why I am arrested. I haven’t done anything. All I know is someone grabbed me to lock me up and then someone released me and then I got locked up again and then released and now you. You guys are arresting and releasing me and I wish y’all make up your mind as to what you are trying to do because I’m tired.”

Then I woke up annoyed over a crazy dream that I don’t understand lol. Annoyed because I’m for real tired lol.

I’m not sure what that was all about or why I even remembered it when I woke up. Many times we dream and then upon awakening we forget the dream.

I woke and asked Dad about it and asked Dad what was I supposed to do today. That’s when my phone just stopped playing the Bible.

And when I picked the phone up I just knew to record this that makes no sense to me.

I’m not even going to act like I understand this one or read into it.

It was just a crazy dream of me being bounced back and forth like a yoyo between those who clearly didn’t know what they were doing.

What did I get caught in the middle of that I had nothing to do with? I don’t know.

Why was it impressed upon me to share this crazy dream? I don’t know again.

Lol

What is the craziest dream that you have had?

Update: 4/26/23 10:40am

I understand now why I had that crazy dream (lol)

Yesterday I spent time reading and meditating on the first 10 chapters of Ezekiel and as I sit reading the next 10 chapters it occurs to me as I read chapter 12 that I am reading about the captivity of first Israel and then Judah.

This captivity is what I was dreaming of. Wow.

Problem of the crazy dream solved.

Or was it?


One response to “Dreams 04/26/23”

  1. When I shared this dream yesterday, I stated that the last arresting officer was yelling at me about a mask and asking me where was my mask. I stated that I had no idea what he was talking about. I stated that his supervisor got involved and they looked it up on the computer and I was able to see what they were seeing and yet they did not see a mask.

    Well today, 4/27/2023 at 3:51p.m., I am given even more clarity on this as I sat and was rereading over my book, Portrait of a Survivor, that I will be purchasing 13 copies to give to those experiencing Domestic Violence.

    As I was rereading what I wrote in 2019, there is a chapter where it speaks of how I had become adept at wearing masks that hid what I was living through. That mask is now forever gone. It is so far gone that I forgot about it. I am made to wonder again about the dream that I had and why I was being locked up and broken out and locked up and broken out.

    I wonder now if the purpose was to try to get a response out of me. I wonder if the response that I gave was not the response expected when I told the chief of police that they needed to figure out what they were doing because I was tired. They were locking me up and breaking me free. I was a ping pong ball being bounced back and forth not knowing why.

    Lastly, I was asked for a mask – an unknown mask, and now that I think about how I was being bounced back and forth, I wonder if the mask that could not be found was the fact that while they were all over the place, I was still. I was still in my emotions. I was a peace just trying to be obedient.

    After I shared this dream, yesterday, I felt all types of silly. Yet, I knew that I needed to share it. So, I stepped out of my comfort zone and embraced the fact that people might read it and look at me a certain way. Thankfully, I was reading Ezekiel and I realized that I was not alone because the Lord had Ezekiel doing some things too that made him seem weird. That was the comfort that I needed yesterday.

    Yes, this dream is still sitting with me. I still think that there is more to it. You see, I woke up after I told them that I was tired and they needed to figure out what they were going to do. I woke up and it wasn’t ended.

    Did they let me go?
    Did they keep me?
    What were the charges?
    What did the officers represent?
    My being captured, then released, then captured again, then released again then captured – what did that represent?
    Could part of that have been the years I spent as a prisoner of domestic violence?
    So, what captures me now?
    And why does it seem to be frightening that I no longer wear a mask?

    I have so many questions which I know will be answered in time. There was a reason for this dream. Slowly I am receiving answers it seems.

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