In another dream:
There was a lady in charge, who was to lead us and knew the way.
We were on a path high up over ground, over waters, over some kind of damn and rushing waters. One type of thing after another. We were going through a maze of sorts, on branches, boards and logs.
There was one place with a swimming hole that was like a small lake, but in several levels/heights. Many people, all male were there ahead of us and swimming and diving in. I wanted to so badly. I had people that I came with, but they were separated from me. There was a bridge area that you could jump from into the water, or you could climb the bridge edges and jump onto the ground ledge area and jump into the waters from there. The problem was that at that ledge, there were levels of rock and land, with brush and bushes that had thorns in them. I was cautious but really wanted to get into the water. Those jumping from the bridge were at risk, too as they needed to know where the deep waters were and not miss or they were hitting bottom or rock. I did make it over to the land ledge area, but never did get into the water. There was an older man and his sons who were fishing from there, and they knew some of the bridge-jumpers and were talking back and forth. They said some things that made me realize I just didn’t know the area well enough to take that risk. It was getting hotter and under the direct sun I was feeling it, but not as much as I would normally.
I had seen my group as I took this time out to hang out in this area, literally seated on a branch overhanging the water. I really wanted the water. Somehow I rejoined the group. I don’t know how, but we ended up on this mass of branches and logs, mostly smooth and without bark, but there were slivers and nails and twigs and thorns here and there. Overall we were sitting on them and sliding along, holding with arms wrapped on them or holding branches above us. Underneath was earth and cement.
At the end, there was a rope bridge that we were to go across the damn and crashing, rushing waters, with water wheels and wooden gates beneath us.
We had to hold onto ropes, or hang upside down with legs wrapped around ropes also. I remember that I had been working out so much and had lost so much weight that I felt stronger and lighter than now, but I also wasn’t sure my hands could hold on, they were hurting so badly. I had splinters, cuts and bruises already from the journey.
I do not know how I got to the end of the bridge, and the exit. I began to realize I was sidetracked and late. I can’t remember what I was late for, or what I was sidetracked from I woke up before we arrived at the end.
There was a group of us that were on an outing of sorts. But I was on break from work, and would have to be back in 2 hours.
We went up this hill in a bus, but then we came to a place where we had to walk and hike. I really enjoy hiking, and I was enjoying looking for flowers even though it was so hot and there was mostly dirt and weeds as far as the eye could see. Suddenly, I was more aware of the heat and dryness. And I started to pay more attention and keep up with the others, trying to breathe.
We got to a place where we had to hike on very narrow trails that crumbled under us. As we wound around on these trails, there was more brush and rocks, stickers, etc in our path, and we had to get around or over these things to keep from falling off the edge of this hill which was becoming more of a mountain as we went.
There was an area that we came to that was cement in a broad opening, with stone tables and seats built in. Suddenly there were people from my old work, the female leaders of departments, staff, people I didn’t know. I wondered where my people had gone, and why were really being led by these women when none of the disabled people were there. They said we needed the disability ramps for them, but they weren’t there. These women were heavier than me, and I wondered how they had gotten up there. There was food served, but I could not eat it. It was stuff I was allergic to, and also I just had a feeling that I was not to eat of it.
They showed us this really cool wooden house up on a mountain across this huge divide from where we were, like a canyon. It looked like in it’s day it was a mansion. It looked mysterious, and from an era where there may be secret passages and mystery boxes, etc. This place, we were told, was our goal. It was what we had come for, but we had to get there, which was the problem.
From where we were, we had to get there by way of a swinging wooden bridge that had rope sides. It was very old, and treacherous. I kept wondering how I got here, why I was with these people and why I wasn’t braving just going back on my own. But the earth had crumbled from under our feet, and the way was so narrow, that it was a one-way path. I just kept knowing that in this stage of things, there was no going back. Whatever lay ahead, it was what it was and that is that.
We had to go down the mountain enough to get to where the bridge was, and it was quite a ways under us. There was no marked way, nothing set to walk on or hold onto. I realized it was getting dark and so I stepped onto a rock. It held. I held onto a branch from a bush and started to slide down. I found a tiny foothold of solid ground, just enough to stand one foot on and I landed there. I took hold of what looked like a vine and tugged on it. I stepped off the ground and slid… a lot…not pretty and definitely painfully but holding my vine. It felt like someone’s finger, but I couldn’t see. There was quite an ordeal getting to the bridge but not passing that level, but I made it. I was dirty, scratched and hot, but I was at the bridge. I stepped out on the bridge with a testing type of step, pressing on the board. It held. As I started across, I realized that some of the parts of rope were rotted and broken and hanging. Some of the wooden boards were out. I could not go back, so I stepped forward, asking God to save me alive. As I went across the boards were breaking out from under me and falling down into the depths. I couldn’t hear them hit or any splashing. I had no way of knowing what was in that deep darkness. I had the sense that I was very late for work and didn’t know if I even had a job left. I don’t remember how I got off the bridge, but I did and I was on the other side. Then I woke up.
There were various work-related dreams this past couple of months, for the first time since I was laid off. I was laid off on 6/19/2009 from a job I loved very much. But, it was a job where you needed to be on time, not only arriving for work, but also throughout the shift to pick up and drop off people at the scheduled times.
I have had many dreams recently that involve a supervisor who hadn’t worked with us for quite a while before I left, or the boss but not in proper work settings. Like we were at someone’s house and in an odd group of people, and I kept trying to get to where I should be but kept getting sidetracked, even by these two and also others. I would let myself get into something with people where I was and know I should be somewhere else. Thoughts would come to me that I should check and see if I still needed to get there, etc. Strange. Very strange because even though I was trying to get where I should be, and it wasn’t work related at all, I kept trying but yet had no stress, or stress when I would wake up. I would wake up from each of these dreams without ever getting to my original destination, and in the dream, being many hours late, even having it be night time.
What do you think? Real? Or Memorex?
I find it interesting and had a hard time putting all of this into words. I know it is sort of rambling, but I have lost many details and decided to write these out before they were lost altogether.
Do you have any thoughts, interpretations or comments about my dreams?
Do you think they mean anything in particular? I am interested in how you see or hear these. Please do feel free to comment.