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Dreams of solving problems
Dream #1:
I had lived in Netanya all my life. Netanya was not a seaside town in Israel where Mizrahi mafia families build rival bakeries and burn each other's down (real life... so many fond memories of living there), but a series of aging wooden docks and rafts which supported houses. A ferry would take people from Netanya to Jerusalem, which was more like a small village scattered over a mountain. In the dream, I urgently needed H. to rescue me from something. The ferry had already left and so I slipped into the water between the piers and began to swim to Jerusalem. It turned out that he was already by my side back in my house, which I shared with old friend DSN. In fact, I was already there in the past as well and never had to leave.
Dream #2:
This is one in a series of dreams where H.'s ex is not a terrible abuser trying to get me legally declared a "whore," but in fact is a gorgeous person both internally and externally. I want to know what that whole theme is about; she's never been portrayed as bad in any one of my dreams.
Anyway, as in real life, we had just Y. my middle stepson over for Pesah. We were a little adrift in a strange village at night, with lights hung from the posts but no people in sight.
The dream shifted so that I was in public the next day wearing only a short skirt and nothing at all on top. I had to walk with my arms folded over my chest, and sought safety in the house of the ex. At first I was afraid that she would hurt me, but as usual in these dreams she was perfectly charming (she had, however, her regular real-life appearance). She allowed me in and gave me run of the bathroom to take care of myself. In the cabinet, I found a plastic bag with my clothes: a floor-length brown skirt with ribbons, a multi-layered shirt that shimmered and looked somewhat Greek, and a wide headband made of many twisted crimson and gold cloths that was almost a hair covering. When I was dressed, I looked like a queen. My other two stepchildren came in and were cute and loving with me.
I had lived in Netanya all my life. Netanya was not a seaside town in Israel where Mizrahi mafia families build rival bakeries and burn each other's down (real life... so many fond memories of living there), but a series of aging wooden docks and rafts which supported houses. A ferry would take people from Netanya to Jerusalem, which was more like a small village scattered over a mountain. In the dream, I urgently needed H. to rescue me from something. The ferry had already left and so I slipped into the water between the piers and began to swim to Jerusalem. It turned out that he was already by my side back in my house, which I shared with old friend DSN. In fact, I was already there in the past as well and never had to leave.
Dream #2:
This is one in a series of dreams where H.'s ex is not a terrible abuser trying to get me legally declared a "whore," but in fact is a gorgeous person both internally and externally. I want to know what that whole theme is about; she's never been portrayed as bad in any one of my dreams.
Anyway, as in real life, we had just Y. my middle stepson over for Pesah. We were a little adrift in a strange village at night, with lights hung from the posts but no people in sight.
The dream shifted so that I was in public the next day wearing only a short skirt and nothing at all on top. I had to walk with my arms folded over my chest, and sought safety in the house of the ex. At first I was afraid that she would hurt me, but as usual in these dreams she was perfectly charming (she had, however, her regular real-life appearance). She allowed me in and gave me run of the bathroom to take care of myself. In the cabinet, I found a plastic bag with my clothes: a floor-length brown skirt with ribbons, a multi-layered shirt that shimmered and looked somewhat Greek, and a wide headband made of many twisted crimson and gold cloths that was almost a hair covering. When I was dressed, I looked like a queen. My other two stepchildren came in and were cute and loving with me.