I often dream. And like all other people I promptly forget on waking up. But one dream has stayed with me like a reality. It was a period of time when I was struggling to make my marriage work. And was finding it extremely difficult to cope up with In-Laws pressure, husband’s indifference. I wanted to escape.

But it was not to be. Because as a child it was embibed in me not to buckle under pressure. I dreamt of sitting in my spiritual guides house.(he was no more at that time) There were some cars parked outside. Every one was in best of their attire.

Even his wife was looking radiant in a red and gold sari.(In Indian culture widows wear white or pastel shades.) Nath ji asked me to go and sit in the car. I do as told. I avoid looking at my husband, least he tells me not to go.

On the way Nath ji hand over two sacks to take care of. We all go to an ancient temple. I carry the sacks with me. And we all sit in front of Goddess Durga cross legged.

I keep the sacks near me on the floor. Suddenly I found my husband standing next to me. I looked at him for a fraction of a second. And when I look back, sacks are gone. I look at Nath ji with questioning eyes, he smiles and nod his head. There my dream ends.

It was a symbolic dream. Two sacks were my responsibilities or the burden I was carrying. There disappearance was a signal that I will soon get over any difficulties. And temple and my spiritual guide Nath JI’s presence was a blessing from God. And my husband’s presence along with others was co operation of family and friends. And this dream has proved true.

These dreams always feature a younger me (as a child, teen, or young adult). Sometimes, they take place in the house that I grew up in Detroit. My family lived in a large 4 bedroom house on a city street. My parents and I had bedrooms in the upper floor of the house along with a bathroom and some closets. My bedroom was oddly shaped with a small hallway leading into a large room.

Flanking the hallway were two small closets for clothes. Besides the main door there was another door in my bedroom that led to an attic room. I explain all this because sometimes in my dreams, I would hide in one of the closets or I would try to block the bedroom door with the doors of the two closets. In other dreams, I would gather up food, clothing and other essentials and try to hide in the attic room.

In other dreams, I have no place to hide. The dreams are just once constant chase sequence, almost like in the movie “The Fugitive” with Harrison Ford and Tommy Lee Jones.

The dreams are in an indirect way related to real life events. My mother and I never engaged in a real life chase. However, looking back, it is obvious she had emotional issues that were never resolved. She was obsessively neat and just as obsessively concerned about other people’s opinions about her family.

She was constantly critical of me while I was growing up and even when I accomplished something, she had a way of belittling it. As I grew up, she was intrusive and did not have good boundaries in our relationship.

I think she had trouble distinguishing where she ended and I began. I am now 53 and my mom is 88. I am her primary caregiver. She is unfortunately limited by short-term memory loss but again there is something more.

When I am in her home, she becomes very dependent. She is capable of doing some basic things like clothing herself but makes a big fuss that she cannot and needs my help. There seems to be a need for her to always be the center of attention. I try to deal with this the best I can but once again, I am dealing with her dysfunction. As I have grown older, the strange dream has been less constant. But every once in a while, I still have it and when I do, it is frightening to me as ever.

The cat did not like him. The cat watch him the whole time. still making his loud meow, it was going after him and i got scard. The cat jump at my husband face and attack him and I woke up so what happen after that I don’t know. {don’t you hate that}

In my dreams, I would clearly see myself moving through the streets, sometimes of the town in which I lived but on other occasions, I would move through areas I did not know. The architectural details of the buildings, the smells and sounds of the area were always so vivid that I felt as if I would recognize the place instantly if ever I went there.

Often, I was even able to control where I was going, so if I did not like what lay around one corner, I could turn round and go back the way I had come. The streets were always empty, with no other people around.

Sometimes, I felt as if I was searching for someone, so I could watch over them as they slept. These kinds of dreams occurred on a frequent basis. Then one weekend, I attended a workshop at university. Having sat for two or three hours during a lecture, I was relieved to break for lunch. As I left the building, I lifted one foot and fully expected to take off from the ground exactly as I did in my dreams.

Naturally nothing happened, and I quickly realized what I was doing and came back to my full senses. The strange thing is that since that day when I recognized that I was having these dreams so often that I almost felt I really could fly, I have never again had a dream like that and really miss them. There was a period when I was quite interested in the mystical side of life and I read quite a bit about astral projection.

I liked the idea of being able to visit those I cared for, and watch over them without them knowing that I was there, and of being able to travel and explore new places at night. I have wondered whether the dreams were related to that wish, or whether I was truly able to astral project but lost the ability when I realized what I was doing.

When I finally do get my schedule by going to the office to get a new copy of it, I can’t remember where the actual classes are that I’m supposed to go to. Again, I wander the halls looking for the right classroom. By the time I find it, the bell rings and class is over.

Ok, so I’ll go to my locker and get my books for my next class. Oh no, which hall is my locker in and when I find the right hall, was it outside of room 204 or 206. I can’t remember. Finally I find my locker but can’t remember the combination on the lock. Never mind, I may not need my book. So I go to class but I find I’m not supposed to be there this period but next.

Certain classes I never manage to get to, such as math and science. I do always manage to get to my English classes or band. But then, in the band room, I can’t find my clarinet. I know I put it in this particular storage section. Where the hell is it? I can’t find my clarinet!!!!

So it’s time to go to math class but I haven’t been all semester and today is the mid-term. My teacher doesn’t even know who I am because I haven’t ever shown up for class. I never do get out of high school. I have had this dream for years. I did graduate from high school but while I was there I never really applied myself.

Maybe the dream is a constant reminder of how little I tried in high school. This dream always occurs when I’m under a lot of stress. It’s like I keep trying to find a certain thing and no matter how hard I try I can’t find it or I can’t remember. Needless to say, I don’t feel rested after I have this dream.

Yes! I had a strange dream this month, July 08. I dreamt I woke up in the hospital after some serious plastic surgery (something I haven’t really concerned in the least). During my recovery in the hospital I had all these nurses stopping by, reminding me not to touch the bandages, which were apparently all over my body, face, legs.

Time in the dream speed up and I was being released. I remember being placed in a wheel chair and going out to a car with my friends. Apparently I choose a hospital out of STATE and we were now going to be making our way back to our home state (Colorado to Washington).

During the way back to our home state, we stopped at some odd little taco stand by the highway. While there I meet a former colleague, she was talking about medical stuff. I guess she was trying to relate a medical story?

Then right before the dream ended, I remember looking down below the taco stand at the river that was running alongside. I can recall quite clearly, counting the number of salmon in the river. I thought to myself, oh, the salmon are starting to run again and feeling happy. Then I woke up.

What makes this soo strange is:

I have not considered medical surgery of any kind, let alone plastic surgery. Yuck.

Counting the fish in the river? Where I live, there are no wild salmon streams, plus I don’t like to eat salmon. So why was counting so important?

I told a friend of mine recently, this gal has known me for decades. When I told her, her immediate reaction was “WHAT? You don’t like surgery, and you look just fine, why would you dream about that?” LOL