Pregnant Jeanie... and Ghoooostss

Didn't have a long wait for the next  "installment."

This time I was with my sister Jean, who was pregnant.
Now, she was, in essence, in experience, her current self, but she was physically much much younger. She was like one of those frail flamingo-like Japanese drawings of young blonde big-blue-eyed American teens. (Trying to find an image to share but are finding none for public use.) She was neither helpless nor flustered, except in spurts, by the whole pregnancy thing.
(Enough with the expectation thing already!)

We were/I was walking places and kept encountering people -- females -- with whom we/I would have normal conversation, but then once walking away, would think or say "Wait, What?" and would turn back or go back, and they would not be where they were.  Sometimes, some Other One would be there, with oblique comments about those Left Behind as we/I transversed, but again, there was nothing unusual in the interchanges.

Somewhere along the way, we realized that these Persons were ghosts. They were mostly Japanese-drawing blonde Americans, somewhat uncouth, but without the fragility.

The places we were encountering them was either long alleyways, or hallways.
(Enough with the hallways already, too!)

I have lost the story-thread of the ghosts, but there was one. It was rather elaborate. At some point there was a dark building, such as a mill or a lighthouse. There was dark, heavy, ornate furniture that the ghosts would stand behind. This building was the gate house or guest house associated with the clock of the mill or light. There was a slender dark-haired woman who was the guardian.
 Jeanie was there with me sometimes, and sometimes not. Sort of hopping in and out of the story, but mostly there in this part.  We were supposed to discover something, but we had to discover for ourselves what we needed to discover. Not even the Guardian, named Megan/Millie or something like, could tell us what it was, but we were there in the clock/light tower, so we were well on the way to figuring it out.  Towards the end, the pregnancy was increasing along with the frequency of encounters.

Jean and I were both joyous when realizing these encounters were with ghosts (spirits) and we somehow agreed that that made sense and also was satisfying.


Now, my little Jeanie was a bird-boned little blue-eyed blonde, long ago and once upon a time. As adults, she has sometimes been my advisor, my co-conspirator, my sounding board, and we have worked out a few problems and made some non-world-shattering discoveries. 

I do wonder if the ghosts are our pasts, as in childhoods (different but connected) or even family heritage. Or it could just be something to do with "Time".We have shared an interest in genealogy, and there's a clock and a Maggie (Megan/Millie combined) involved in that.  I had even remembered just a few days ago that some military insignia we once discussed had been found when my dad was digging out a floor to put in a bathroom. They had been in a box that was found when tearing out a wall. It seems to me they were buried, but that doesnt make sense -- put in a wall makes more sense -- and I was really too young to remember much about that at all. I was probably just developing a memory when the bathroom started being discussed and/or built. (I have a vaguer-than-vague impression that we had a new baby boy at the time. I have a distinct memory of having to take giant step -- the whole length of my leg -- to step over the board leading into where the bathroom was being added on. A 1x10 or something.)

























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Series of Holiday Notes.

1.
A ladder (a tall stepladder) in my hallway.
I have neither a hallway nor a ladder.
interestingly enough, this dream associates in my mind with a friend who passed within a few days of the dream.




3.
attending a get-together for a certain online group. get together was, roughly, here. (MidWest; Upper Mississippi/Ohio Valley River Regions) I was living in California, in LA -- I think house-sitting for someone, and decided to drive back and forth the last two nights (after  i got off "work")

There had somehow become two factions in the group. One side was too serious; the other side was too much fun. The rivalry caused some to start checking out early and others to go into a secret clubhouse mindset, which included climbing through cloth blocks (like cat toys). Bet you can guess which side was doing what.

I found out some of the details of this by buying an Archies comic book from a bubblegum-type dispenser, that required being picked up, turned upside-down, and finally the use of pliers to turn the knob.

Someone came in and was telling me of the differences and i said something along the lines of "that's silly," and left the hotel to go get money from an ATM. When I returned, I saw half the sensibles were checking out and it was then that I observed the cat-like entry to the secret fun clubhouse. When I sensibly asked if I could enter, they agreed but I did not have to do the climbing and slithering to get inside. (Thank goodness.)

**I have no interpretation of this.**

2.
This dream was chronologically second, but I listed it last because it seems to me the most relevant and many aspects of it are interpretable. Many aspects are still obscure, but it is over all the most relatable of the dreams.

My dad and my brother Chip helping me work on a house. A real house, not a trailer. Specifically, Daddy was showing me something on/in the roof. He was standing on a ladder, removing drop-tiles. I was standing on floor beside ladder looking up into rafters and (noticeably clean) structure details. Chip was on the floor, off to the side. Possibly standing in a doorway. We were all three conversing in general terms. See this; do that; you should; it ought to; this will; look here; look there; what?; how?; etc.


in interpreting this.
First, Warren and I have had occasion to discuss roof/ceiling difference.

Second, Tammy and I are still on the lookout for a 4 bedroom home, or a three bedroom with a live-in-able outbuilding (not necessarily with bathroom and kitchen; but with room for personal space.) We are looking for something in the 600 to 800 range. Old and quirky is fine -- an outsized farmhouse would be perfect. We would like something in the general Mt. Orab area, but will look further for the "right" place at the "right" price.

Third, I had been told that Chip has a 4 bed place not too far out of our area. It is out of our price range, from what I understood. 

Not really sure what these dreams are telling me. To aspire, perhaps. To know that family and friends are available?  Dream high(er), expect what is, accept what is. Or is it to dream higher and let go of the past? Or build from the past? Raise the roof? 



More dreams and more time, and muddling around with the words should help. Some message seems to be trying to get through. through rain snow sleet cold death and darkness.

obituary

woke up this morning reciting an obituary for a certain actor, who shall remain unnamed at this time. so far as i know the man is still alive and healthy. Not someone i was ever a fanatic for, nor have i ever followed him closely. i have, however, absorbed a lot of info about him, as most of what i was spouting is verified on imdb.

EDIT:

He died September 19, 2022

have written it out elsewhere, in a private message to a sister and will share it here if and when it becomes relevant.

change of address

my friend mary told me she was "no longer at" her current address, and gave me a new street address ### such-n-such street. not surprised because she's had moving on her mind -- external circumstances.

talk talk talk, and then as I was leaving, she said, out of nowhere, "that's Middletown." 

Family Feudin'

Dreamed again of the silly ass feuding that went on between my parents, and the ay I would get stuck in the middle of it.

This is the second or third time recently that I've dreamed along these lines, and it's somewhat puzzling. Both parents are dead, current relationships with my siblings are sound and, while sometimes tact is essential, there is no dishonesty as blatant mislike and concealment. No one, at home or at work, among friends, neighbors, or family, is trying to get me to take sides in any matter, or put one over on anyone else.

Maybe it's because of having a doctor's appointment on my mother's birthday? The vacation spent with/near siblings? Whatever the cause, it's annoying.

This particular dream was my mom sneaking out through the basement (which opens way out onto the back lot -- some basement,,huh?) leaving a snowshovel in a certin place, She told me to male sure I left the shovel there, not to tell anyone and not to move anything. She'd be back after church.

Rita and I were taking the kids (sibs) to church school that evening, trying to get them all dressed and seated in the truck. a two-seater truck. Beth needed something for her shoes and/or dress, and I had to go to the store to get it and come back.

In the meantime, dad was turning on the perimeter sensors so he would know if anyone was trying to sneak put or in. I guess he had to turn them off so I could leave? And come back?

I needed to take a shovel with us, so I went and found some in the garage, so no one would think to go get the one from the basement, since it was supposed to be left alone, and for some reason that was my responsibility.
I found two, and threw them into the bed of the truck.

We were buckling the kids into their seatbelts when I heard the perimeter alarm say, in its computer voice, that "she has entered the property and is between him and her, or there and here." I thought when I heard it that I was going to have to text mom and tell her about how specific and sensitive that new alarm system was, but first we had to all get to where the summer church school was.

While drivng my phone started blowing up. It turned out to be my mom yelling at me for not warning her about the alarm and not moving the snowshovel (that she had told me NOT to move) and warning her that way that there was trouble ahead.

Rita and Beth were squabbling over something. Jeanie and KO were crying. Chip, and David were wrestling. John was sitting in the front seat (I think maybe) between me and Rita.

Dad came to the church parking lot while we were unloading everyone and started yelling at me about "allowing" mom to sneak out and around and arranging all these secret symbols that she was going to be caught. She was still texting me yelling at me for not warning her. Jeanie and Beth were drumming their shiny patent buckle shoes with lacy socks against the bottom of the seat waiting to get out hollering for their turn.

The other recent dreams have involved the basement and the backlot as well.

Cleaning House

Crazy dream about a house. This was the one with the separate part -- two bedrooms, an office, and a plant room as well as a common area -- in the downstairs at the back, somewhat built put of the hillside.
We were returning to this house after having had to move out at the request of the owners. We were living in the front upstairs part and it occurred to me that in all the time we'd been back we had never explored the back downstairs part.
So we did .

Found tools and bits of furniture and all sorts of baby clothes ( from when Tam and Tracy were the babies ). Specifically ruffly panties for under sundresses. Remember a blue dotted pattern, with sewn white squares.




The furniture was mostly heritage furniture from my mom's and Mamma's and Gramma Schmidt's . No whole sets, and mostly no whole furniture, just large pieces of the furniture. One section I thought was the back off a (grandfather) clock and it turned out to be the end piece to some fancy wardrobe unit. Jeanie had to show me how it went together. Very light yellow wood. But thick and thick grained.


We, by the way, was me and Rex, Tammy and Tracy Collins, and my dad, a guy named Steve and Brittany from work. There was a lawnmower and an ironing board that folded down into what looked like a riding toy -- I said Warren would love that -- and a portable rack for hanging ironed clothes on, with several items on it.

Brittany was working out of the plant room and kept coming out to show me her hats.

Steve was mowing the (indoor/living room) common area.