I dreamt of an invented neighbor, Dave the plumber, who was planning to abuse my son and murder my immediate family.  Quite horrendous, but I learned about it in time, and was planning our escape.  We would have to slip out unnoticed.  But first I apparently went to the store with my mother to get sandwiches. 

In the dream I planned to get turkey and cheese sandwiches, but then decided I couldn’t have cheese because I am a vegan.  So just turkey sandwiches, one for me and one for my mother. 

I stood in line at the deli behind this one young woman who ordered a tooth sandwich.  She told them to only put two or three teeth on it, because she’d brought twenty of her own teeth for the sandwich, too.  The woman making the sandwich informed her that they usually put fifty or sixty teeth on the sandwiches, so twenty wasn’t really enough.

This was all told in flashback to another neighbor, a woman, in a new place, after it had happened.  So I knew it would work out okay.  Except when the neighbor asked about what happened to someone specific, and I said, Oh, they didn’t make it. 

I was rather calm about it, too.

I was disturbed by the tooth sandwich, so much so that I thought about it all day, and then the next night I dreamt that I asked someone what a tooth sandwich might mean symbolically. 

They said it meant that the sandwich had a bite to it. 

What a horrible pun!

I dreamt something about a group of people huddling together in a darkened room, with a larger person complaining to a smaller, clever person about the huddling in a darkened room, and the smaller person saying something to the effect that it would all work out, trust me, and besides, I’m not exactly in charge- he is.  And by “he”, he meant the person standing outside the door, only that person was the Sun, and the darkened room was really space, and the people inside were not “people” but the planets in the solar system, and the larger person was Jupiter, and the smaller person was Mercury (and there wasn’t really a door).  Something about how all the planets added up together still could not equal the power of the Sun.  And something about the solar eclipse (the partial solar eclipse occurring on the coming new moon in January).  They were huddling in the dark until the eclipse (and its effects) were over.

In another dream that night, I think Mercury showed up again, as a smaller person who might have had whiskers like a rabbit, because he was a rabbit in disguise.

I dreamt that on August 20 (seen distinctly as August 20 and heard distinctly as August Twentieth), there will come a massive surge of energy from the sun- warm, bright, amazing- that will apparently end the world. Or, at least, the world as we think we know it. It wasn’t apparent which one, although those of us who “knew” this would happen had come to peace with the idea that all things end and we were ready. Until then (and maybe especially then), we would harness the milder blessings of the sun to energize and empower us.

It was (more than usually) surreal, and we seemed to be walking around on the surface of the planet to the backdrop of space, instead of, you know, the sky/atmosphere and mountains, etc.

I dreamt I gave birth to a tree. It was at home, in our room, and the “view” was “zoomed in” quite close, so that my husband and I were both barely fitting in the “picture”; we were the only ones there. It was a very warm dream, in feeling and color. It was simply of the tree being born: the tree was small and flexible and completely enclosed in the amniotic sac; it was born quite easily, with me standing on my own two feet and my husband semi-embracing me as a show of support, happiness, and shared experience. The tree was still in the amniotic sac- filled with fluid- and the sac itself was now more like a crystal globe (though not so hard) as I held it in my arms, and the tree was giving off a warm, soft light that lit the fluid and globe from within.

The tree sort of unfurled a bit inside the globe, and though it was still a young tree, it had fully developed roots and mature-looking limbs with leaves and maybe small fruits. And it was all encircled (not “encased”) and protected in the clear globe.

Btw, I had never dreamt about Greek gods/goddesses before, but Zeus/ Jupiter is said to be one of my ruling planets:

I dreamt that I was an employee/student of Zeus, and one of his favorites- kind of a protege. He blessed me with a gentle touch of the lightning bolt (which looked like an extremely bright fluorescent light tube) to the top of the head, in front of the others (employees), which released me from my inner bindings and was to help me grow into my power.

Then I immediately unravelled and did away with my feelings of personal parental guilt over autism and the grief associated with that specific idea.  (This was symbolized by my scrubbing a refrigerator until it unwound into ribbons and then disappeared.)

THANK YOU ZEUS.

P.S. It was a lightning bolt, all right, but it was also a light *bulb* of sorts, and he put it right over my head! Ha ha! I love symbolic imagery. And that I was struck by a light bulb.

Spanish mission somewhere in California, interior. Dark, lofty hall.Stepping in is Sigmund Freud, wearing a trench coat. He stops to drop a massive double armload of rubber duckies into a small fountain near the doorway, and to wipe Alfredo sauce off of his coat. As the Alfredo sauce drips to the ground, it transforms into more duckies.

This seems rather unremarkable to either Sigmund Freud or the grim hooded Friar who stands in the shadows to receive him.

Entire short dream is shades of grey, brown, or dull, with exception of the bright yellow and orange rubber duckies.