I’m remembering my dreams again! Let’s run with it!
I dreamt I was participating in a murder mystery dinner play — except maybe no murder, and there were two of us to dinner. I was playing the roll of the hostess, inviting a gentleman to dinner. I remember asking the butler what his name was and trying to remember it. Then I was thinking about what my name should be and settled on “Teresa”, though I didn’t really like the name for it. At one point there were a group of mostly men huddled around by the couch talking about someone who had gone missing, but I think they waved me away to get focused on my guest. I remember my guest arriving, but I don’t remember much about him. A little later I ended up back in an attic-y looking side dressing room. People were changing into Halloween costumes, and I debated whether I should as well. I remember there being some antique-ish crafts in the room, one a house, and I believe it was falling apart a bit. I remember passing a mirror and looking at what I was wearing, a bit disappointed. It didn’t seem very fancy (more hippy-like, as I look back on it.) It was a single-toned tank, maybe pink or salmon, and a long sherbety, matching floor length skirt and puffy skirt.
There was another dream, but all I can remember is that there was some kind of talk/presentation with a prominent woman leading it. There were many folding chairs in the audience, and one of the women in the audience was looking to connect with the leader afterwards.
The first dream draws my attention. What strikes me most about the first dream is the imaginative quality of it. It’s not real. We were playing at the whole dinner. This may be related to a few things: having a movie on right before bed (Brian was watching part of Fellowship of the Ring), my recognition that my perceptions are sometimes projections from my own head (not reality), and/or my continued effort to activate my imagination when creating vision in my life.
What also stick out to me are the changing of my identity (name) and the focus on dress and costume. In the School of Metaphysics, dress was recognized as a symbol of an outward expression of self. In this dream I was playing at a new identity and a new self-expression — and I wasn’t really satisfied with either choice! This makes sense, as I am seeking to identify the ideal image of my future profession and have also been working on expressing myself more (and now expressing myself more clearly.)
Happy dreaming! Much love and many blessings. ❤