Dreameryv2 March 13, 2010 T.V Cowgirl Dream, Horse and Dr. Phil.

Dreameryv2 March 13, 2010 T.V Cowgirl Dream, Horse and Dr. Phil.

In, I think, a much longer dream which I cannot recall all of. I was dressed in full cowgirl dress of a light color and a buck skin jacket with fringe on the bottom and trimmed in lovely bright shinny bead work, traditional to the American Southwest Indians. Also, a cowboy style hat. (I think of old black and white movies starring Dale Evans, and Roy Rogers, and particularly, how attractive she was in the theater posters which were in color. ) Some how I had a contract for a T.V. cowboy program. That for some reason I felt I had keep secret from my father. He doesn't suspect me of any such arraignment because I would never in his opinion, be so un-lady like as to romp with cowboys, fight or ride a wild horse. Dr. Phil was there dressed in business suit and black Texas cowboy hat. (He was a producer more than a doctor of any kind.) He kept trying to get me to go on a black stallion. Finally, I consented. The horse was very restless and I had to tie a rope around my waist and to the saddle to stay on. I complained the scene would not photograph well, as this was too distressing. He insisted I go on as the script required as we had a schedule to meet. He was very persuasive and seemed to have a superior understanding of what was to happen next. For technical reasons, the scene was to be filmed in reverse order. I was to swing across a river to an island where the stallion was in a barn and get on it there. I was to put a toothpick in the horse's mouth and a wooden plug in his right ear when I completed the scene, at the end point, which when shown was to be the start point. This action was to guide the film editor where to cut and would not show in the final version. I protested this was too confusing, but Dr. Phil assured me it would come out right in the end. However I was afraid the horse would bite me and I had on a pair of gloves. When I found out what I had to do I wanted to refuse, but told Dr. Phil I would rather do the fight scene with the two bad guys next in the script. He said it too late to do that. So I decided to ride the stallion, the two bad guys actors belonging to the next scene were there and helped me calm the horse. Then when I was midstream, the rapidly moving river nearly swept me off. I kept trying to hold on to it. I Finally made to the other side, where additional film crew people were shooting from there. My cowgirl costume was destroyed. I asked for someone to help to dry the tired and frightened horse.

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Dreameryv2 November 13, 2009 Three Dreams: Winery, Body on the 6th floo, Hosiery mismatch.

Dreameryv2 November 13, 2009 Three Dreams: Winery, Body on the 6th floor, Hosiery mismatch.

Dream 1 Dream 1 We {Mom and I} were in France I was taking mom through a winery- the floor was strangely different than was expected. We were walking on wine bottles and it was a round building with no walls and benches in a circle around the edge, as is found at a band concert building. We saw some people there. One girl [said she] used to live here in this region -and that she said she knew my sister [I automatic think that's false as I never had seen her or those present here before. There was a lot of talk about clothes, leotards especially, as most of gals here had them on. Dream 2 -Several nights later. It was Sunday but my husband and I was Christmas shopping, We took an elevator up to the 6th floor (as directed by a clerk) to find a rest rooms and all we found were offices. There was a body lying on a table. The head was almost on the floor because the legs of the table under the head were gone. That end of body was also in a little cabinet. At first glance we thought the man was dead. However on further examination, it was clear the man wasn't dead, but that he had tried to commit suicide. There was more to this dream but I fail to remember it. The part could be, that somehow because we were on the scene, we might be mistakenly be held as responsible, when the authorities arrive. Dream 3 I was walking down a street with a girl friend. The sun was shinning and we had been shopping. When I looked down I saw I had on, a not matching pair of hose. One had seams and a ugly run, the other was seamless but run free. I felt very embarrassed. This dream changed to the previous happening at the department store, I think. Comment: I read through 1, 2, 3 to get a feel where my dream is taking me, in the first dream I am as an adult. now doing things for my Mom which she used for me, In France, far away from my current home. I notice neither my husband or father are part of the dream, nor any obviously male images were there, except very background. I can't recall if there were actually some as they were also in leotards, making gender identification difficult. The winery's round structure resembled a band stand arraignment, this may be a reference to my family's strong identification with country and western music. The strange floor of wine bottles may refer to the many years of my childhood and teen years, where all the adults, every Saturday night got drunk without apparent shame or regret, made music, sang, danced and sometimes quarreled. Of course, I miss that in my life now, but I have other satisfactions. I also over time, saw the sad endings, many of my family and their circle, came to. The girl in the leotard trying to pass herself off a intimate of my sister has some actual connections, where on more than one occasion someone has used a ploy like that to try to achieve intimacy for social or business advantage. When that happens, I feel myself moving away from them and grow aloof, but I pretend to accept what they say. I even may be a little too touchy about being manipulated and controlled by others. I try to explore my own history relative to my own controlling and manipulating, I do recall, one or two related instances that, I am forced to admit where I was unfairly suspicious of other's motives. I note that I recalled after dream 3, that it somehow was the lead to the events of the suicidal man on the curious legless table, somehow also cabinet enclosed. Have I some suicidal thoughts?- Yes and No. Yes, I am aware of such a possibility, but see it a silly fantasy of a better afterlife or of a final escape from unbearable pain, mental or physical. As far as I can recall, even in my darkest moments I reject any such thoughts. O.K., in the dream, is this a symbol disguised for a death wishes against some other? I am Christmas shopping with my husband, could there be a connection or could it reach back to my father, mother, sister, uncles, and cousins? I really don't know, I will wait and see what my unconscious serves up next. The mismatched stockings, the embarrassment, being with a girl friend and an imagined public? Well this stocking embarrassment, has actually happened a couple times, although I am a compulsive rechecked of what attire I put on before heading outside. Symbolically it could mean that despite my self-image concern and repetitious checking the flaws will at some point in time show. HUM.

Further Comment:

I got occupied with other things and did not post this on schedule. It seems a lesson in dream analysis resulted. As I finally readied the post for publication, it occurred to me I had totally missed the dark side of the about shopping before Christmas. It seems so long ago, but oh how awful it was. This may have some present connections, but the past one was traumatic when it happened. It was early in our marriage, my husband and I set out to do the Christmas shopping, which started out smoothly just as it should for two people happily in love. We made purchases and checked off the list of potential recipients, until we got to my husband's mother. Being new to the position of daughter-in-law I felt an urgent desire to make sure that the gift would be special and would be one cherished by her. I felt I had a good grasp on what the mother of husband would appreciate, more or less on the basis of my experience with own mother and two grandmothers. My husband was thoroughly negative and surly about every suggestion I made, his objections centered on; she wouldn't like this or that in clothing styles, and later, that she didn't care for any thing for the kitchen or garden. Finally after much delay, in the home decor section we agreed on a couch throw, it was one of generous size and a classical design that would add cheerfulness to her home atmosphere without any clash of style or color. I pointed out to Bill its artistic qualities; the quality of the workmanship. And, if we were not going to follow my other intuitions, this would be a good choice, although a bit more pricey than my other suggestions had been. He then offered new objections, such as it might not match her taste in design, the color scheme, it might be too big, and it was too expensive. After some more of this grumbling and as he had no other better ideas, we made the purchase and I took the package and believed the deal finished. When then, my husband took the sales slip from the clerk, and scrutinized like a detective and in a demanding tone, wanted to know, (from the caught off guard) clerk: "Just what was the store's return policy and what exactly each line of small print on the sales receipt meant. I was mortified, as this department store was renown for its no hassle exchange policy. The incident did not end there. At home he bought up his discontent allover again. The gift selected might somehow be potentially distressing to his mother, and how I had pressured him into the purchase. How much it cost--and also how inadequately the clerk had explained the return policy and also that the store's receipt text was not binding and specific enough to be legally binding. Then, he started getting personal, (at least I felt so) Saying, he had noticed I never checked the totals or asked about any of the conditions of sale. While that was true, it was the same as him calling me stupid and hidden in this exchange was the shattering my image of him as a guy devoted to his mother and me. I flushed with angry and partly agreed with him (I am good at parting agreeing, when I don't really agree.) --that most of what he said was true, but that he was over reacting. I was at this point getting really hot and distressed, Telling him-' You are saying that I have to put every clerk through a third degree interrogation, every purchase I make?'. He began excusing himself that this scene was do to his superior knowledge and awareness of shoddy business practices and that he was not being derogatory at all. That night our home was a cold lonely place for each in silence trying to find balance before tomorrow's dawn.

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Dreameryv2: "Talking Cat Dream"

Dreameryv2 October 5, 2009 Sex Crazy Girl -Talking Cat- Prisoner -Strange events.

I turned off the furnace when I went to bed sometime during the night I pulled myself out of my dream realizing I felt chilled and some how frightened. Before I put on an extra blanket and went back to bed, I wrote down this mixed up dream. I was in some woods where I met a girl who had on a leopard skin leotard-a show business type costume and long light reddish hair. She must have been sex crazy because that's all she talked about. Larry wanted to get away from her, but this girl wanted to leave with us, but somehow she could not leave without her 'wife' who looked like a young Liz Taylor. This woman had the same color of red hair. This lady said she feared if she was left here, she would die and she pleaded urgently to go with us. I think Larry wanted nothing to do with these two. I told him to go ahead and take the girls with him anyway, because there could be more trouble and the possibility that, someone might get killed if they stayed. They left and I was somehow alone then was in a unfamiliar house with an old gray haired lady and her 3 or 4 cats. Here, I apparently was free to do what ever I wanted, but I understood I was really a prisoner and began thinking of ways to get away. One plan was to go the apartment of two trusted friends I believed to be somewhere nearby. However, I couldn't until a ugly event occurred when a dog was killed by a mountain lion, which so distracted the old lady that I felt this was my opportunity. I grabbed my coat and bag and was about to run for it. When the always most unfriendly one of the old lady's cats came to me and acted now, very friendly. In fact, he wanted me to hold it. This delayed my plan. After showing appreciation for being held, the cat started to talk to me and told me I should leave soon because he and his brother had just come to stay over night and the old lady had killed 'duke' (his brother cat) -because he was to marry someone the next day, that the old lady didn't approve of and this female love was turned into a cat or killed by the old woman's strange power. I told the cat I didn't know what to do. I needed proof to believe it. The cat asked me to hold it up to the medicine cabinet and it took out a small piece of paper that had apparently belonged to 'Duke'. However the cat knocked down a bottle of Carter's Little Liver Pills into the wash bowl and the noise brought the little old lady into my room. She asked what I was doing and I hid the paper and said I was getting a drink of water. To my surprise, the empty glass had ice cubes in it. The cat had jumped out the window in the meantime. The old lady seemed quite satisfied with my excuse and said she had came to talk to me. She was looking around the room and she spied my bag with my sewing basket in it and the paper on top -she picked it up and looked in it. The paper was a rough draft of a wedding invitation for the Duke one who was (somehow) really a cat. The lady didn't believe this paper meant anything to me because she had assumed all of them were dead. She didn't know the talking cat existed or that I was ready to escape. I think the dream continued when I went back to bed. This dream seemed so differently out of context that I had to reassure myself that this was my dream. I note in the dream itself I demand proof from the talking cat of the alleged power to kill or change beings, that he accused the old lady of perpetrating on his to be wed, brother, Duke and his beloved. Why the part, of Larry, the sex crazy girl in the exhibitionist costume and her frightened 'wife' friend, who looked like a young actress, Liz Taylor, who feared for her life? The same hair colors connection links these two, who left with Larry. I somehow stay, eventhough I sense danger and find myself a prisoner of the old gray haired lady with witch like power. The talking cat and its story is near fairy tale stuff, I recall as a child I enjoyed the Puss n' Boots tale. I don't recall the plot, but I remember that Puss dressed like a Musketeer in the Three Musketeers story. Some time in childhood, I wished to have been one of the Musketeers myself, instead, my tomboy phase was one of a Cowgirl and maybe (jumping back a dream) Little Beaver and/or some Lone Ranger type. There were lots of little cowgirls and cowboys role playing throughout my Midwest school years. County and Western dress and music filled my childhood home and is still a favorite with me. The cat who changed from unfriendly to friendly to warn me - escapes and leaves me to deal with this old bad witch type, who I think am fooling-? What about the magic appearance of ice cubes in the alibi glass of water? The cat's story 'proof paper', in my (escape preparation) bag, my sewing basket? Carter's Little Liver Pills? How is this me, or even old me's, that I used to be? Or is it something I am discarding and moving on from? Is this that I was fooling my Mom (or myself) about my long ago identifications with my father? Am I gender twisted or envious? You tell me.

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