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bailey
Feb 22, 2021
In Dreams for Interpretation
In my dream, my husband and I had three pet goats running around our house. One was black, one was white, and I think the other one might have been brown. They were all smaller in size than a traditional goat - maybe the size of a baby goat. We had guests coming over and we wanted to put the goats up so that they wouldn’t be in the way or bothering anyone, so we were trying to decide where to put them. We settled on putting them in kitchen pantry closet (in the bottom of the pantry there are no shelves and there was room for them to stand in there). Later, when the guests left, we realized we’d forgotten about the goats, so we rushed to the pantry to open the door and they had pooped in there and had stepped all in it. When we opened the door, the black one immediately ran out and began tracking it all over the house so we were scrambling to try to get him and pick him up and take him to the bathroom to give him a bath in the tub and clean up the house. The white goat stepped out of the pantry as well, but didn’t run around like crazy like the black one did - instead it just walked around a bit. The brown goat stayed in the pantry in the shadows and didn’t come out when we opened the door.
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bailey
Jul 28, 2020
In Dreams for Interpretation
I was building a house within a warehouse. I was also painting a picture of the house on canvas from an image reference. While working on the physical building of the house, I remember working specifically on the beam that was supposed to be the pitch of the roof of the house. The beam was a light colored wood, like birch or ash or something similar, and needed to be sanded. The edges of the beam close to the end look tapered as if they had been sanded too much. My pastor had been correcting me and teaching me how to correctly build the house/paint it on canvas. Also, throughout the dream I was barely covered in clothes, like I was wearing a piece of a silky slip dress. At some point I noticed this and felt shy, but most of the time it’s like I was aware I was uncovered and I didn’t care. For a while I dilly-dallied and didn’t accomplish much with the house building/painting and observed other people doing jobs in other places. I was in a Walmart-type place where I was watching these people through a plastic window pane play video games and talk about electronics, some of those doing that job seem to enjoy it, others seem to have a fake smile. I went to another aisle of this giant Walmart and stood in front of the DVD’s. A family came with a buggy and came toward me with it like they wanted to get where I was standing, so I moved. Except they just followed me again and pushed their buggy toward me like they still wanted to get to the spot I was in. So I moved again, way out of the way, and saw they just wanted to literally drive their buggy in a complete circle for no reason and they looked at me like I was in the way. On another aisle that I think had fake flowers and toys on it, I leaped/twirled back and forth until some people saw me, I think one was Selena Gomez? And then I felt like I was too naked and wanted to hide. In the end I ran back to return to my job of building/painting the house in the warehouse. The warehouse itself was large and bright and had a pitched roof and a lot of natural light from windows. It had two supporting beam poles in it and a round table beside one of them that had an old fashioned telephone sitting on it. For some reason when I went in the warehouse to go work on the house, I stalled even longer by lifting up this very long, thick slab of wood that spanned probably about 4ish yards and I crawled underneath it and out to the other side (the wood slab balanced on me/my back as I crawled. I heard that my pastor came in the room and thought, “Oh no! I’m slacking off, I need to run and go work on the house and show him that I’ve gotten some stuff done on it.” So I scrambled and ran over to it and began working on it - building it/painting it on canvas. The house on the canvas was much more complete than the actual physical building of the house. The building was grey and white and had a vertical paneling on one part on the face of it, with bushes and greenery surrounding the house as a whole. My pastor looked at my progress on the painting of the house on canvas and told me I needed to add more shadows/shading to the area of the face with vertical paneling. He was on the phone the entire time. He left, then shortly later my husband came in the warehouse, and stood at the round table with the old fashioned telephone. He said that our pastor had passed away shortly ago and he was distraught and fighting back tears. I didn’t believe it and I knew the Lord had a purpose and plan for him and that this just didn’t make sense and couldn’t be true because of God’s plan, so I fully believed he would come back to life. My husband said it was from COVID, and said that he had contracted the illness 12 exits ago. And I thought, “What does that mean? I was just with my pastor - was he contagious when he was with me?” And I asked my husband about that, and he said “no - 12 exits on the interstate ago..” We went out of the warehouse to find pews in front of a garden store where only a couple of families and few people had just started to gather to mourn his death. I was surprised that they just so easily believed he was gone (that they didn’t have faith). I also saw my cousin Evan there (which surprised me - he is away from the Lord and has turned to homosexuality/transgenderism in real life). He looked sad and locked eyes with me. The dream was in color and I didn’t feel any kind of fear in the dream but when I awoke early this morning from it, it startled me and I immediately began praying for my pastor. Although I think the death in the dream might be symbolic and not literal? Also, after getting up out of bed to go to the restroom, I saw that there was gold glitter all over my arms and hands. I’ve had gold appear on my hands during worship at church before, but this is the first time it’s covered my arms and hands.
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bailey
Jul 06, 2020
In Dreams for Interpretation
In my dream I was at church and just beginning to start doing things with their creative/media team (in real life, I just started working on the media team some). The worship leader and creative director had these very large (about 5-6 feet tall) spheres with a mirror/reflective finish - you could see yourself in them. They were asking several people who also were helping on the media/creative team to paint on these spheres. When it got to be my turn, they thought of an actress that they thought to be the most like me (which they said was either Amy Adams or this other actress whose name I didn't recognize and don't remember). Then they mentioned rain clouds (which in the dream, indicated to me a sad emotion). They asked me to create an oil painting of Amy Adams on one of the large reflective spheres, but with a rain cloud resting just on/over her head, and I was to paint her a sad facial expression and tears running down her face. Other than that, I was able to be pretty creative with the painting. Amy Adams ended up appearing like she was in a seated position like she was on a throne and wore pretty normal clothes but something about the painting felt like she was royal in a way (and she was about life-size on the sphere). There were swirls and colors around her, mostly beneath her and at the base of the sphere. The sphere was not totally covered in paint, there were still large areas that were uncovered and reflective. In the dream, I felt confused, somehow restrained in a way, but also very interested in what the worship leader and creative director had to say.
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bailey
Jun 22, 2020
In Dreams for Interpretation
I had a weird dream last night... I was visiting a high school to help a student with a community-based graphic design project (I work as a graphic designer in real life) in a room that seemed to be inside the school but simultaneously outside in nature with some trees surrounding the room. The student had black disheveled hair, he was sort of an outcast and other kids made fun of him for being a dork/being different with interests in creative things. He went by the name Levi the Poet but I think he said his real name was Justin. He formed his own school club (he was the only member) and wanted to contact his local city (or community) and try to do graphic design for them. He had typed out an official letter to the community/city leaders and asked me to look it over. Then, a kid that seemed to be his friend stopped by the room we were in (but this kid obviously didn’t share the same interests as Levi the Poet and was a typical high school boy). Around that time, the view changed and I saw myself in third person and I had something like a trench coat or heavy professional looking coat on (because I was there on business to help a student) but I noticed that the coat was see through, and you could see to my bra. Except my bra wasn’t a bra, it was actually bright blue underwear.... It covered me, but it looked ridiculous, and the other kid noticed the way I was dressed and stared at me. Then the view switched back to just being me with Levi the Poet again, and this time there was a receptionist in the room at an office desk who was supposedly helping manage the school club Levi the Poet made (which only consisted of himself). The receptionist expressed concern that she had tried everything to try to get him in touch with the city/community leaders but that she hasn’t been able to. She seemed sincerely concerned, but her face was warped - her mouth was large and stretched across her face and her eyes were huge (kind of reminiscent of a frog). And then I woke up. I did not know Levi the Poet was an actual person before having the dream; I looked him up this morning, and this is what I found about him online: “Levi Morgan MacAllister (born July 26, 1989), who goes by the stage name Levi the Poet, is an American Christian musician and spoken word artist...” (Wikipedia) “Levi The Poet is a multidisciplinary artist: spoken-word poet, creative writer, author, quasi-teacher, husband and lover of bright coffees. A son of hardcore and hip-hop, Levi’s work as 'the poet' or 'the writer' transcends genre and challenges audiences to enter into stories by which they might find themselves." (Levi the Poet's official website) At first I wasn't sure if this dream was just a weird brain-dump from life and things I've been thinking about, but I feel like there are symbols in it? Thanks for your help!
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