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.