Spider Dreams

Last night I had a dream about a spider that was chasing everyone in the house. There were about 6 or 7 people in the house and the walls were wood paneling. This spider looked like this

But had shorter legs and was black instead of brown. This spider was the size of a mouse and as fast as a kitten. It was running everywhere and on all the walls, everyone was screaming and opening the front door to try to trick it into going outside, but it would turn and run after the people in the room. There were people standing on chairs, on tables and one person was on the hands and knees on the counter in the kitchen. Someone ran over to stomp on it, but it got away. I remember thinking of the large mess it would make if someone stepped on it, not to mention they would feel it through their shoe. I think that was another reason why they were trying to get it out of the house instead of just stepping on it.

Then I woke up

Website Dreams

Last night I dreamed about building a website. That’s about it. The room was dark and there was a small desk lamp over my keyboard and I was drinking ice tea in a short glass. I was wearing a black long sleeve t-shirt and my hair was tied in a low bun.  It was supposed to be a drag and drop website but the stuff I was doing was very complicated. Things I can’t do in real life. That’s all I remember.

Then I woke up

Wine and Water Dreams

Last night I had 2 dreams.

The first dream  I was in Charlotte. I lived there a life time ago. In the dream I was on South Tryon, and I drove into a field just on the side of the road and got out of the car. The car in my dream was actually the old station wagon we use to have when I was a kid. It was banana yellow with wood paneling on the side.

When I got out of the car, I walked across the street to the Walmart. The street wasn’t busy, it looked like the Walmart was the only store there and there were very few cars in the parking lot. When I got out of the car the only thing in my hand was a wine glass with etching on the sides just like this

I was wearing a blanket coat like in the dream the night before and with a large scarf that draped across my chest and waist and tied just above my shoulder. My dress went past my ankles and you could just see my shoes and my hair was tied back in a low bun at the base of my neck, no jewelry and no make up. (I looked pretty bad. Well I looked good, but just needed some make up on) I walked in Walmart with my glass and I got a grocery cart and a bottle of wine. I opened the wine, poured my glass and walked the store shopping and drinking wine. I ran into some friends and we chatted and all the while we were having a glass of wine. I don’t recall anything in the shopping cart, and I didn’t buy anything. I didn’t see the bottle empty it was always half full.

Then I woke up

 

The second dream I was in an apartment that was run down, I was with my 3 kids and they were younger. There was a long dirty beige hallway and there were rooms on each side, they were bedrooms, a kitchen, and bathroom. They were all in separate rooms.

My children were standing in front of me and as I looked down I saw their legs almost knee deep in water. I ran to the laundry room and just over the washing machine the wall was swollen and bursting, the water was coming out so fast, I reached up and shut off the water (flipped the switch) and the water stopped. But then it started again but faster. I ran to every room looking for another switch and found several but none of them stopped the water. There was a bright green algae coming out of the walls where ever water was spilling out. I began yelling at my children to help me until I couldn’t speak and I was crying and hunched over. They didn’t know what to do.

My husband came into the apartment (In my dream he was just my boyfriend) but he put his arm around me and told me he would fix it. He found the switch and turned off the water and began fixing things.

Then my husband woke me up

Stealing People in Dreams

Last night I dreamed that I kidnapped someone. But it wasn’t me, I mean everything I saw was through someone else’s eyes. I opened a door and turned on a light. In the middle of this white room was a large Native American person. This person did not look like they were from my tribe, their face was rounder and their skin was a bit darker. But they had the same long black hair that my tribe the Lumbee is known for. Anyway, they were wearing a white t-shirt and jeans but I couldn’t see the person’s feet. All around the room on the floor were little squiggly things that looked like ameba but looked like they were made out of silicone and were about 4 to 5 inches long. They were mainly neon colors like hot pink and neon purple and that ugly yellow neon color and they were all different. These things were spread out on the floor, but they were people.

After opening the door turning on the light and looking around, I closed the door. I was wearing a pair of black leather gloves and a long sleeve shirt.  I felt like I had a black toboggan on my head (that’s what we call it in the South, other people call it a beanie or a hat) and I was wearing black shades with tiny gold trim. I was a white man but you couldn’t see my hair. I didn’t see myself, I just knew and felt that this is what I looked like.

The person in the chair was the person that was kidnapped but they were not restrained in any way.  After closing the door, I opened it up again, that fast. But I believe at least a day had gone by. When I opened the door and turned on the light the person was now a child. A thin little girl with her long black hair in a pony tail with a white short sleeve shirt with multi color polka-dots and pink shorts. In the beginning I didn’t know if this person was a male or female, I just saw them as a person, and still do, but this is clearly a little girl that the Native American turned into. She was also Native American and actually she was the same person. The ameba were now adults standing around.  Adults from all cultures and wore all different clothes like suites, swim suites, t-shirts everything. It was a pretty cool dream.

then I woke up.

 

Food Dream

I cannot remember my dream from Sunday night, but I believe I was a waitress. I remember white counter tops and black walls. It was night but there were lots of strobe lights along the counter tops that were neon green, blue and purple. There were not many people there. That is all I remember.

Last night I dreamed that my kids lived several states away (they do in real life) but they were in need. They were each living alone and living in an empty or abandoned house. I heard about their need, not from them but from elsewhere. I had to get to my kids. I took all the canned food I had and anything else I could get my hands on (it seemed I was in need as well and didn’t have much of anything. I was also unmarried and alone). I got to my kids and opened my trunk. The street was made of white washed cobble stone and the ground was a bit hilly. All the buildings were white cinder blocks and the doorways were hot pink, and rounded at the top. I opened my trunk and my when I got out my kids came running, I think they were living in the abandoned shops. They seemed skinny and their clothes were hanging on them like they had lost weight and they were grabbing the food from the trunk and smelling the cans. I wore a blanket coat just like this, but it wasn’t this nice, it was much older and a lighter color.

My kids seemed so hungry. I hugged them and then I woke up . I was so sad, but my husband told me it was all a dream and he comforted me.

That was it.

I found the picture on Pinterest and visited the site here.

https://www.net-a-porter.com/us/en/product/590534

 

Mandala Prayer Rug

I found this beautiful crochet pattern on Marit Parit

Waitress Dreams

Last night in my dreams, I was a waitress. It looked like a 1960’s diner and I looked like a 1960’s waitress. Although my hair was in a ponytail and not a bun. The uniform was white and the apron was red. The little hat on my head had red and yellow in it and the tables were round with silver trim and the tops were red. The décor was mainly red with some yellow, but it was a diner, not McDonald’s.

I was wiping off a table and we were about to close and there was a couple in a booth at the end of the bar (soda fountain bar – no alcohol served) and they were kissing, annoyingly kissing but they were not a couple. The girl was a close family member of mine in real life. They each belonged to someone else and the girl said, “we are just satisfying a need for the moment”. I knew the girl’s boyfriend and I said to myself, “I wonder what your boyfriend would think about that.”

The next scene was me in the car with her boyfriend, and he was giving me a ride home. I kept thinking, “I wonder if he knows she is deceitful”. Everything was black. all I could see was a spotlight on the diner and his eyes in the rearview mirror as we drove away.

Robert DeNiro photo in Taxi Driver I would like to say that I will not make known who these people are, anything I dreamed was just a dream and it does not mean they are cheaters, or would ever do that, or that I think they would do that. It was just a dream.

I had a dream before this and the only thing I can remember is there were furry animals in it, I think it was kittens because when I woke up I had a clear picture of a white kitten with a pink bow around its neck. The bow was on the kitten’s chest, not back. But that is all I remember. I woke up at 2:45 am

Dream Shot & The Maze

Last night I had 2 dreams. I do not dream about the things I fall asleep thinking of, instead, if I am actively thinking before I fall asleep, I end up dreaming of things in my subconscious, or things I have seen at some point in my past. Take last night for instance, I went to sleep thinking of what conversation was going to be going on in my book between brothers and wives. But my dream was mainly about shooting. This was my dream:

There was a large white cement building with block windows and doorways. There were no glass in the windows and no doors in the doorways.  We were in Iraq.

This building was a hotel and there was a kitchen on the second floor. My husband and I were on the first floor. My husband was thinner, and had black hair. In real life he is a big bald guy with a beard and an earring.

I left the room, and right outside our doorway was a floating staircase like this:

 

(Picture from studio-tm.com)

This is exactly how the building and staircase looked. At the bottom step was our doorway on the left and even a window next to the door. I was wearing a floor length black and white dress with black shiny Mary Jane heels. I lifted my dress just above the ankle so I could see my footing as I walked up the stairs. I could hear bullets in the air flying by my feet. In the distance about a mile away there was a man who looked American with a black t-shirt on looking through a scope and shooting at my ankles.  All of a sudden my view was the scope of the rifle like this:

But all I could see was an eye and the man was to the left. (Picture from cracked.com 5 most impossible shots #3)

I was dodging the bullets and almost falling as I began to run to the top of the stairs. At the top of the landing to the right was another building and there were men standing around in white slacks, white dress shirts, black belts and a headdress . (Thank you Pinterest). They were Arabs and I felt that they were bad guys because they were all carrying machine guns on straps across their chest, but they ran to hold my hand as I was stumbling on the stairs. With each step up I thanked them because I could still hear the bullets, but they could not or didn’t care.

When I got to the top the head guy who was not wearing a headdress told me, “don’t say thank you in English, you say ……………”. The word he used started with an “S” but I don’t remember what it was. I smiled and repeated the word to him, to thank him and he just bowed his head like to say your welcome.  I went in the doorway to the left which was the kitchen (like I just disappeared into the dark room) and when I came out I had a green bowl of soup that was on a red wooden tray with a white napkin and a silver spoon on the tray in my hand. I started back down the stairs again lifting my dress just above the ankle so I could see. Again I was stumbling going down because I could hear the bullets in the air. At the bottom left of the stairs were 3 women  wearing Solid black Jilbab dress

but they had a band of coins around their forehead that went under the head piece, so you could only see it in the space above their eyes.

(photo from aliexpress.com) . They were making fun of me for stumbling. When I got to the bottom, I went in the room and everything went dark.

I woke up.

Dream #2

I was in a town that had no busses but I had to travel a distance. I had my big brown bag with me on my shoulder. It was this big, but not this nice.

 This bag was on Pinterest (Everhandmade.com)

Anyway I was walking. I was trying to get to a woman’s house because she knew how to drive a bus, she had been a bus driver before in another city and I knew where she lived. She still lived with her parents. The woman in my dream who drove the bus was

Gillian Anderson. She wore a faded pink sweatshirt and faded jeans with keds and no socks.  (I haven’t seen her in years. I know she was on X-files and I loved that show but I haven’t seen her since then) and I didn’t see her until the end of my dream.

(In real life, when we were kids, we use to walk through the woods behind our house to our grandparents house.  It was my father’s parents house. It took about 30 minutes and it was an adventure for us, there were over grown trails, fallen trees. It was scary but exciting)

I had this bag and I walked through the woods to get to this drivers house. At a certain point the overgrown path lead to a building. It was abandoned, and trees were overgrown. It looked like a building that would be left after the zombie apocalypse. I could not go around this building I had to go through it. Once inside, the hallways were narrow and made of glass. On the left and right it was places for animals. It seemed to be a large kennel, for very large animals, although I don’t know what kind because it was empty but there were trails of kitty litter all the way down the walls from one end of the building to the other. I got through the building and was in the forest again. Still the trail was overgrown. Then suddenly it stopped and I was on a dirt road. (In real life this road was familiar. It was the road to my grandparents house, but the grandparents on my mom’s side)

I walked the dirt road to the house. The bus driver wasn’t there, but she lived with her parents were. I wrote a note and was going to leave it on the door because the house looked like no one was home. There were all kinds of little nick nacks hanging around outside the house and hanging plants as well. There was a long dirty white porch on the front of the house.  The mother let me in and I sat with her and the bus driver’s father and we visited and talked. Afterward I left and went back the way I came. I entered into the forest and came upon the abandoning building and went in. All the litter had been tuned up, like someone had been looking for something. I heard the sound of a monster… or what sounded like one and I began to run. I ran through the maze in the building and I came out near where my parent’s house is, in the dream It was my house. As I walked out of the woods, I was at the main street in town. The bus that was nonexistent stopped for me and it was Gillian Andersen to pick me up. I got on the bus which was a school bus, and sat behind her. As she drove I began to tell her that I visited with her parents and she began to cry because she had not seen them in years. She missed my stop and let me off about a mile from my house. Then I woke up

That was it.

 

A Little About My Book

Right now I am toying with a few titles for my book, but I would like to tell you what it is about. Well a little bit of what it is about.  As you may know, I am Lumbee from North Carolina.  A long time ago people there didn’t trust banks because they were not federally insured and if they were robbed, well, the people lost all their money, so people began to bury their money. My grandfather did, I know because we dug it up before he passed away. He told us where to find it and he wanted to see it before he died. But if you talk to some of the other older people around there they could tell you some stories about money hunting, but some people with tell you they don’t know what you are talking about, and some are being honest.

Back during the Civil War from 1861-1865 there were slave owners in the South. I think we all know about that. Africans were heavily documented in their journey here because they were considered property. The Native Americans however were not as heavily documented because they already lived here and were sometimes owned by other Native Americans.

When a slave owner wanted to bury all their money (instead of putting it in a bank) they would take their most loyal slave with them to help and only that one. Now they would do this for just a few hundred dollars, it was more than that and they could have possibly obtained the money by dishonest means. Anyway, the money would be buried near something that was a fixed object, like the corner of a house, or a dug well that was away from the house, some wells went down a hundred feet. They dug until they hit water. Some wells have been around for  decades.

Once the hole was dug, and the money/jewels/valuables were in the ground, the slave owner would ask the slave, “will you guard my money even after I’m dead, will you guard it forever?” The slave would of course say yes I mean imagine the repercussions if they refused.   As soon as the slave agreed, the owner would shoot him and bury them on top or next to the money or valuables. This acceptance of guarding the money would tie the spirit of the slave to the money.  If anyone tried to dig it up, the spirit would make itself known, by making a noise and scarring the person doing the digging and once the person was close enough to the en-chant, and the spirit scared them and they made a noise, a scream, a shout or said anything the money or valuables would “run”.  It was called “enchanted money”, some of the old people I knew in my family called it “en-chant” for short.

Now when I say it would run. That is exactly what I mean. If the valuables were in a jar, or a chest, and noise was made, the person digging could not be able to hold on to the en-chant, it would literally move sideways underground, or straight down. Either way, it would move.

When I was growing up I had friends who had digging going on in their grandparents yard and would find tunnels, small tunnels, I never saw a large one, but they were deep and went on for a long time. No one would follow the tunnels, one friend’s uncle actually had it covered up and began digging in a different part of the yard farther away from the house. People who knew about money hunting didn’t want anything to do with it. It was dangerous and there is a potential that something could follow you home. I had family members that hunted money.

My book is about two brothers who go money hunting and the repercussions it has on them and their families.

Tuscan Chicken

This dish was not only amazing but it was easy too and very fast.  Here is the recipe Tuscan Chicken I did add Portobello mushrooms, I sautéed them in the beginning.  My recipe was a bit different, but I think that only made it better. Here’s what I used.

3 chicken breasts

1 pk fresh pasta

1/2 cup chicken broth

1 cup heavy whipping cream

1 cup sun-dried tomatoes

2 cloves of garlic

1 cup shredded parmesan cheese (optional)

1/2 tbs corn starch (to thicken the sauce esp. if you don’t use the cheese)

1 to 2 handfulls of fresh spinach

2 tbs coconut oil

1 tsp Italian seasoning

Portobello mushrooms (4 large, or as many as you want, or omit)

Start cooking the chicken in some water and put on a pot of water for the pasta and add a little salt. When the chicken is just done, pour the remaining water in a measuring cup, or if there is more than that left, pour it in a small bowl.  Add coconut oil (or butter, or olive oil) to the pot of chicken and let it sauté until it gets a little color on both sides. Add Italian seasoning and garlic. Cook for an additional minute or two. Remove the chicken. Add half cup of sun-dried tomatoes and the mushrooms if you are using them. Add a little of the chicken broth to help cook your ingredients down. Stir until the mushrooms are tender.

Next, add the cream and a half cup of broth to the pot and whisk until it thickens a bit. Once it starts to bubble, add the rest of the tomatoes, parmesan cheese, corn starch, and spinach. Remember you can omit the cheese, I think this sauce will do well without it. Stir well and add the chicken. Simmer and let the chicken marinate in this lovely sauce.

When the pot of water starts to boil, add the pasta. Use the fresh pasta, it only takes 3 minutes to cook and it tastes like my own homemade pasta when I take the time to make the dough and slice it. You won’t regret it. If you make this dish, please let me know how it came out. I didn’t create it, I found it on Pinterest.  Make sure you taste it as you go. Your taste buds will tell you if you should add more of something. Everyone is different, you might like more garlic or less spinach. You can tailor it by tasting it as you go.

I made this recipe for 2, but I didn’t reduce anything for the sauce because I love sauce, so I had plenty. I should have added more tomatoes, they were so flavorful.

 

ENJOY!