Category Archives: Kitchen

My Dream About Slowing Down

In the dream, I was driving & someone I knew was behind me. Maybe Mark. I drove over a hill and then down a street where there was construction and a new subdivision development. A man dressed in his First Nations regalia was crossing the street from my right to the left. He was beating a drum & chanting. He was protesting against the new subdivision and giving voice to the need for respect for the earth. Tears welled up inside me as I approached the stop sign and I called out the window that I was sorry. He turned, surprised, and looked me in the eye. Then when I turned the corner I stopped the car and he approached me and invited me back to his family’s home.

I guess I was driving along to his place and then came to construction on the road and there were 3-4 officers with speed guns pointed right at me. I was taken aback by them but wasn’t speeding so I just passed through slowly. They were wearing bright yellow jackets and pointing these guns at me so it startled me at first because I thought they were real guns but then saw it was officers positioned around the construction to be sure drivers adhered to the reduced speed limit.

Once there, a few things happened. For one, I met his mother or auntie and we had tea. There were a lot of people coming and going. It seems I left for a time and then returned and found people were dusting the house and someone said they were done, or nearly done, and I saw where they missed a spot on the lamp but didn’t know if I should mention it or not. I wanted to help but didn’t want to offend.

In another part of the dream, I was talking with another First Nations man about my whiteness and about wishing I could remove it. Stuff like that. There were about 4 of us, hanging out in the kitchen, just chillin’. It was casual and relaxing. But being relaxed made me nervous that something would happen and I wouldn’t be prepared for it. That’s just how I felt.

My Dream of Delivering a Pregnant Woman to the Hospital to Deliver a Baby

04 February 2018

I am in a large conference room when suddenly a woman, wearing a bright orange shirt and clearly 9 or 10 months pregnant stands up and says her water just broke. While everyone else is staring at her in shock, I grab my keys from my pocket and say, “Okay, I can take you!” She nods in agreement and we leave the building.

We get to the hospital without issue and the baby is delivered without incident. Then, for some reason, she asks me to watch after the baby while she is in the hospital after delivery. I say, Yes, and bring the baby home and put it to rest in a crib. My boyfriend and I then start tidying up the house, doing dishes and we’re really playful and happy.

Then someone from my past comes to the back door of the house. He’s let his beard grow out and with his jet black long bushy hair he looks a lot like Black Beard The Pirate. But he walks into the house as though he owns it.

My boyfriend looks him over and sees he’s somewhat a threat but also somewhat friendly and he gives me a glance so as to say, “You know this guy? You want me to get him out of here or leave him alone?”

I nod back and smile so as to say, “I’ve got this.”

I greet the intruder and ask how everything is and if I can do something for them.

He says in his gruffley but friendly tone that he heard I’ve been watching the new baby and he wondered how things are going and can he see the baby. I realize he’s there to check in on me but I tell him it’s no problem and we go up to the room.

We go into the room where I think I’ve left the baby and look in the crib and to my horror he’s not there. I shuffle my hands around the blankets and can’t find him anywhere. I look around the room to see if he’s in another bed and I quickly dart my eyes to the floor to see if he’s rolled out but there’s no sign of him anywhere.

Just as I’m about to admit to the terrible horror then I remember that there is another room & I quickly jolt out to check and sure enough, there he is sleeping as soundly as can be.

The intruder/friend smiles too and says everything looks like it’s going fine here and I say, Yes, it’s a big house and I’m getting used to it but all is well.

He says he’ll be going then and my boyfriend and I return to the kitchen to wash and play and laugh.

* The interpretation of this dream makes sense when considered in light of the idea of transformation. When there has been abuse or trauma in the past, it can show up in a variety of ways in a dream. In this case. an intruder coming into the space when it is happy and playful is a lot like the way abuse happens in real life. The intruder/abuser is all full of their negative thoughts, ideas and beliefs and they just want to fill the room with their negative words and actions. The other person doesn’t stand a chance against that high degree of negativity.

This dream shows the progressed state though because even though an uninvited intruder came in, he had a somewhat more curious and interested state, more friendly than aggressive. And what he found was that all was well so he had nothing negative to say and he left. This is what happens in real life when the target of abuse or the target of a narcissist overcomes the issues and develops new skills and capacities. There’s just nothing negative left for the intruder/abuser to balk at.

Another good sign of progress in this dream is subtle and only meaningful to me but I will share it so others will also begin to look to the very subtle and meaningful personal symbols in their dreams.

Many years ago, in about 2012 I started using the metaphor of a “mess” to think of the mess the divorce was creating in my life. A mountainous, messy pile of dishes in the kitchen was the perfect metaphor for my divorce and the left over messy behaviour fro the marriage. It was like I had to learn to leave a “messy pile of dishes” that someone else created and instead of cleaning it up I had to let them figure out how to clean it up. This was the metaphor.

Now, many years after the separation and divorce, this dream is showing me that the issues have gotten so much better that there are no longer any dirty dishes! Not only that, I am enjoying doing them and putting them away with someone I’m in a close personal relationship with and we have fun together putting the mess away.

This image brings so much happiness to my mind and heart and fills me with a sensation of warmth and love.

Intruders, abusers & negative behaviour doesn’t stand a chance in the warm & positive environment of a loving relationship.

That’s why I really like this dream and am happy to share it with others.

I hope in time, more people will also share their dreams here too. It’s just so great to share with others and keep growing all the time.

Discovering a Crime & a Cover Up & Getting Away

13 October 2017

In the dream, I’m in a large house in a newly developing subdivision with many houses still under construction. To my dismay, there are about a dozen dead bodies in bags lined up in a row in one of the rooms. My questioning to the people involved leads me to understand that someone has killed these people and then will be demolishing the house to hide what they have done.

I leave the house wondering if I should try to stop them, report them, or ignore it and leave it all behind.

As I wonder through the streets, I end up at my dentist’s place and he takes me in for an appointment even though it’s 2am. He does x-rays and tells me my teeth are doing fine and I no longer need braces. He reminds me to wear a mouth guard for when I grind my teeth at night. I’m happy the appointment goes well.

When I leave, I find my mother waiting for me and she takes me back to her place. She is so cruel with everything she says and she seems to be mocking me. Even when I show kindness she doesn’t take it to be kindness and she shows cruelty instead. This continues on for a while and then when I’ve had enough I say I’m leaving and this gets her even more annoyed. She towers over me, shouting and speaking words which hurt my heart and I push her back. I have to push her several times and finally get her to move back enough away from the door so I can leave.

When I leave I go to the road and a taxi is waiting for me. I’m in Fort Erie, the town I grew up in childhood, and I look around and see the poverty of the place. The driver is African and by his stories and condition I conclude he is more skilled than what his job is and that he is barely able to support his family on this taxi income. At one point though he turns sideways in the seat and is looking through photos on the seat and no one is driving the cab. Surprisingly it stays on course though and eventually he takes the wheel again and brings me to where I want to go.

Changing With Dreamwork

29 August 2017

In the dream, I go with my daughter and sister to my Mom’s house. It’s cluttered, messy & dirty. My daughter is really young. At one time she’s about 3 years old and then another time she’s an infant. In the dream, I wanted to learn from my mom about how to be a caring mother but instead she was following me around the apartment and criticizing me.

I took good care of my daughter based on instinct, despite the environment being cluttered and messy. I wrapped her up in warm clothes and talked to her sweetly. Told her I loved her.

Then when I looked up my mom had 3 guns. She kept one for herself and gave one to my dad and one to my sister. She started aiming and firing at me, and my daughter.

I couldn’t get all three guns out of their hands so I called 911 and they said they’d send someone over but while I was talking on the phone then she changed her approach. She stopped firing but she started speaking in really negative words. I told her that her negative words are just like bullets, emotional bullets. She didn’t stop.

Then I grabbed her face and lips and tried to shut them.

She acted like an android and did not have a natural human response to that kind of stimuli. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t move a muscle and tried to just keep talking in her poisonous words.

I became filled with rage and felt like I wanted to kill her. To stop her and to end her violence. But I am not a killer. So I just pushed her away. She returned to the kitchen as though looking for something, like a cup to pour coffee in.

I was still on the phone with the officer and asked directions on how to get out of here.

Next I was on a Go Train and my sister was with me. She was tried from all the fighting and she rested her head on my lap. We got to our stop and got off but I didn’t really recognize where we were. I was carrying my daughter as an infant with us and got on a bike but then had to get off when the hill became too steep.

I walked the bike to the bottom and someone told me I’d have to pay Google for use of the bike because of some new trademark thing. I thought it was ridiculous.

Also I saw someone who wanted to commit suicide and I encouraged him not to.

Lastly, I bought something for $87 and it came out of my account which only had $94. I wondered when things will change.

Dream: Plastic Cups

28 March 2017

There are 200+ plastic cups in a cupboard and I look at them and think it sure will be nice to have an opportunity to use them all with friends.

There is this guy who keeps looking at me. There’s something about him and I just can’t place it.

The house is big and new and modern and I love it.

I’m in the kitchen looking at these cups, dozens of them stacked up.