After I finished typing in my Back to the Future dream this morning, I clicked on to my face book news feed page and what is the first post there?? It’s a post done by my daughter Lisa with a link to a photographer named Irina Werning. Inina’s recent project is titled Back to the Future!
My husband Andy has been working with the same company now for 23 years. Six months after he started working there he mentioned to his boss one day that his sister was going to marry R Dalfen (who is my cousin). The boss thought that was cool. It meant that now my sister-in-law would also be our cousin and our cousin would now also be our brother-in-law. 2 Segals marrying 2 Dalfens! Even that is amusing.
Here’s a mini synchronicity. I watched the Donald Trump Roast on Comedy Central this week. Marlee Matlin was one of the roasters. She is deaf and so she had, sitting beside her, her “assistant” who was signing what everyone else was saying. I said to Andy (my husband), that the signer looks exactly like a comedian I know who, I said, happens to be one of my all time favorite comedians, Gilbert Gottfried.
I am a dream analyst. The other day, I was working with a client on the telephone, who was describing her dream filled with themes of black and white. My office is in my home and from my desk I have a view of the vestibule. While I was discussing her dream with my client, my daughter came into the house and walked past me into her bedroom. When she passed I noticed she was dressed all in black. A few minutes later as the dreamer was discussing the white images in her dream, I looked up and saw my daughter walk by me again except this time she had changed and was dressed all in white!
I was at a family Bar Mitzvah. A good friend of mine was there who I hadn’t seen in a while. We went to the washroom together where it would be quiet to catch up. The washroom was small, only three or four stalls. We were talking, catching up. When we came out of the stalls, we continued our conversation while washing our hands.
It’s funny. After this whole discussion about recurring themes and images in these last few articles, (Rote, http://dreamcatcher.net/layne/5949 Recurring Dream Themes, http://dreamcatcher.net/layne/6100 Dream Fragments 2) I was so focused on why we’ll have these recurrences over a short period of time, that I forgot to discuss what it’s about when you have a recurring image that stretches over a long period of time!
…..Must be a new series. It’s the second hiding dream I’ve had in two weeks. I am walking on an boulevard. The street is wide. In the center there’s a row of very high palm trees. It’s not a movie being shot but it could be because high up atop one of the trees a young woman is sitting in a small basket. The tree is being pulled to one side and then another. I am amazed she is not falling. Now suddenly she’s walking with the tree like on stilts.
I went shopping to a bookstore just as it opened. It’s carpeted. Feels even like it could be in a school. I know one of the things I bought besides books, was a wall clock for Emma-Jo. I’m not carrying a purse. It’s a canvas tote bag with straps. I wish I could remember the books I bought!!….But I can’t. I do think that one or two were ones I had bought before that I wanted to have nice copies of.
Flying from Montreal/Munich. Long flight. Took me a while to finally fall off to sleep. You have no idea how many times in the 39years I have heard dreamers describe how they arrive at the exam room in high school and have no pen, or forgot their material…can’t open their locker…can’t get to the classroom, etc. So funny how I have never had that common dream. Well Montreal/Munich on my way to Amsterdam was finally my turn to experience the experience I hear from so many clients.
I dreamed I was standing at a bus stop on Queen Mary Road. I had laid out a piece of cream colored carpet so a few women who were coming off the bus could see it and hopefully buy it. And it’s not even a carpet you’d put down on the floor (unless at the door) to wipe your feet. It’s just a cut of a carpet, and a lousy cut at that! It’s shaped like a messy, uneven triangle. I have price stickers on the back of it. The price was 39.99. The forst woman looks at it and offers me 40-something dollars. I am so happy I say to her, “I’m sure you’re the one who is going to get it.”