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.
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.
