Vintage Magnolia Bottles and the PLANT (again)

Okay, so in my dream, we were re-organizing our work area and moving things around (which makes sense because we are actually expanding at work, and managers are moving -- although not really my department). Then out of the blue, someone told me, I think it was Olaf from the warehouse, he told me that I could take the plant home and that he's got my back because he's friends with the plant guy (the plant maintenance guy who comes in once a week to water, and dust the plants). I was hesitating, but someone just cut a big stem off and told me that I could take it home, and so I put it in a huge plastic bag and brought it to the trunk of my car (which looked like the back of a van, actually) or perhaps my CRV back home. It appeared that someone was driving for me (Raquel's brother?), and we got busy packing my car with other stuff I could take home from what seemed like an office give-away or yard sale. (I think I also saw my old friend Adoralyn in my dream). I remember looking through vintage Magnolia glass bottles and I was so excited I wanted all of it. I was focused on a glass bottle that was shaped like a big shoe and I remember muttering, "My dad will like this!" and also a big pitcher, and some chocolate and milk bottles I remember from my childhood.





I don't know what to make of this strange dream -- but one thing is for certain, I still yearn for a Massangeana Cane plant like what I have at my cubicle at work:

I want one for the corner of my kitchen and one for my living room, and I still don't want to spend a single cent for it. So I am still hoping that one day, I will get one for free. Like old vintage bottles and anything with an antique flair -- which I have so much passion for. And if they're free, it's more meaningful and so much better. And my dad! We just share a lot of the same interests that most of the time, I see something that he would like and stuff like that...

The driver -- maybe I miss someone driving for me on my errands? Or maybe I just struck a window, like a mere intersection of past memories, short-circuiting in my brain. Like having Adoralyn there. Just recently, I posted a shoutout in Facebook addressed to her, telling her to stay in touch (because we've been checking out old photos of our highschool class that our classmate posted on Facebook).

I still want a plant though...

Hubby's Ex and my Mother-in-law, not exactly in the same scene

Funny. This will be brief because I hate talking about her. I hate THINKING about her, hahaha. Anyhoo, in my dream, she was still talking a lot to my hubby, like everytime she needs something, consult something, need help on something (which actually was how it was -- still is sometimes-- in real life). In my dream I was just tired of it, but also sort of laughing because she still seemed desperate to have a piece of him, even in little instances (or every opportunity) when she needs help or something. In my dream, I saw a wedding invitation which I thought was hers. I felt kind of relieved that she was finally marrying off and someone else can finally take care of her. But it was a false alarm, it turned out it was her sister getting married. The ex wasn't getting married yet after all. Which was rather disappointing...

I can't wait for the day that she finds someone else so someone can finally take care of stuff that only men can take care of, like car problems, gymn problems...stuff like that. Or that I don't want her to bother us no more. On a deeper level, maybe I want her to be happy too. Har har har!

Early in the morning, shortly after my husband leaves for work, and before I officially rise for work, I usually have that window of light sleep. Following the Dream about hubby's EX, I dreamt that someone was throwing slinkies on our staircase, it felt so really I could almost hear it from the bedroom. I felt a little scared and thought it was a ghost -- but I usually dismiss these things. I'm not really scared of ghosts, I was probably excited to witness one and conquer it. I don't wish to see one, but if I do, I know I'll try to confront it and see if I can help it move on, or see if there is a message for me at all (hopefully a winning lotto ticket!). That's when I had a dream that my dead mother-in-law was hugging me. Actually, she felt so alive, and we were dancing (some kind of waltz -- like in a celebration of some sort). She was wearing the deep orange sweater I gave her one Christmas. My arms were around her waist-- it felt so real, and she was holding me too. Then I woke up.

I don't know what to make of this. In a paranormal perspective, maybe she did visit me. In the dream, she was almost like trying to cheer me up. Or we were in the middle of something joyous. Maybe, psychologically, I just yearn for that "something joyous" over what's going on in my husband's family and the estate and trust issues, following her death last year. Maybe I yearn to show everybody that I didn't go amiss with my responsibilities as a daughter-in-law (the sweater, and dancing with her) while she was still alive and I'm proud I have no regrets about how I treated and loved her.

My Old Friend

In my dream, my bestfriend of 20+ years and his wife and kid visited me here in the USA. It was just a little weird, he hugged me and asked if it's possible for me not to go to work and I said it's okay. We could all spend the day somewhere else. What's weird about it was I was worried about missing work -- which actually was like school, because I was going to miss my PE class and I might not graduate. Something like that.

Then there was so much randomness in the images that followed -- us going to a hotel and I got lost. All the furniture were big, like exaggerated big, I felt like Alice in Wonderland. Then another fleeting image of us being in a house somewhere, I think it's in PI. But there was some comotion next door at the neighbor's house, someone was murdered. I saw the cops carrying the body and it was in a very crude plastic bag. It brushed my leg, and I saw it, and I realized it was a dead child.

The first scene with my bestfriend (well, first of all I just looked at their photos in Facebook, so maybe that's why they figured in my dream) shows a recurrent theme in my past dreams. Being worried and overcome with anxiety about forgetting a homework, coming to class unprepared, taking a test without studying, waking up late for school or work because the alarm clock didn't go off, or just completely forgetting a responsibility and being so scared that it would get me in so much trouble.

I guess I grew up having that fear and so much pressure in my environment in my real life. My grandmother neatpicking on my spelling...comparing me to my cousins...my fleeting attention (Attention Deficit?) and artistic nature, trying to cope with it by catching myself and usually failing to do so. Having so many ideas in my head while being stuck in a paradigm that other people -- like my parents (though they didn't have bad intentions and were merely doing what they know best) -- have defined for me. And trying to live up to it. Trying so hard to the extreme that it was rather maddening. It always felt like not being where I have always wanted to be and forcing it in because of fear. I'm far away now, with a complete reign on my life (I'd like to think so), but that fear still comes out sometimes. It took me a while in my adult life to realize that it's okay to be out after dark because I was already an adult. I was just too scared of my grandmother.

The next random scenes? Watching too much Criminal Minds on CBS and A&E (staying up too late on marathons) is responsible for that.

Or is it?