Amanda
This dream has really got me stumped.
I was living in this apartment, on the top floor, with 4 roommates. Two guys and two girls (that I had never seen before, strangers to me in real life). One of the girls was having a spat with one of the guys, love relationship problems, so the other girl asks me to take a walk with her. We go out the door and walk down some stairs to ground level, and it's slightly snowing, a bit slushy out, but no snow on the ground. She asks me if I want to go visit some people that she knows, and I say, "Sure..." I start walking up to this building about to go in, and she yells, "No wait! You need to protect yourself first!" and I watch her walk through this invisible force field and a little green light goes off to indicate she's "protected". So I walk through it, look back and see the green light goes off for me as well. But there was nothing there, I basically just walked past this little electronic device, it didn't seem that anything had really changed-
So we go into this building and she announces us. I see that we've entered this building, and we walk up some stairs and it ends up being my childhood home. There is a guy (who is a stranger to me in real life) painting the living room ceiling. There is a girl (who I do know in real life, she was an old aquaintance but I don't speak to her much any more) sitting in a chair, but the rest of the house is pretty much bare... the guy had obviously been preparing it to remodel some things. No one can see us since we've passed through this force field, but they can hear us. She tells them who she is, but then she says, "I've brought Michael with me," and she was meaning me. So I just kept quiet and went along with it. At the time I was thinking Michael was the other guy in the apartment.
They talk while I sit quietly, and I learn that my dad has sold the house and all of his possessions. The dream switches over to where I'm now with my mom, dad, and best friend (note: my mom and dad haven't been together in 12 years but still get along and my best friend is married into my dad's side of the family). My dad says that he has some bloodstone that was my uncle's (his brother who passed away in real life nearly 20 years ago) that he would like to sell, but that the Pawn shop wouldn't take it. My mother suggests we try selling it to a metaphysical shop. (Which is odd because my mom isn't in to metaphysics, and I barely even know what bloodstone's are for or worth). So we go in search of this metaphysical store. When we get there, it's a very tall building and a front desk lady stops us to ask us our business. When we tell her she let's us pass and mentions that the shop we're looking for is on the 42nd floor.
There is no elevator, and we start climbing staircases that I have to reach up and pull from the ceiling. These are a huge pain in the ass to climb up. Along the way, my dad is showing me old photos of those in his side of the family that have passed over. He showed me an old picture of my grandmother (who just passed away in February), a picture of my cousin (who was killed in Iraq in 2004), and at some point, I actually saw my grandfather (my dad's dad) in person with a couple of guys (that I didn't know) laughing on one of the floor landings (he passed in 1997). By this point, we've passed the 20th floor and my conscious mind has gotten so bored with this repetitive pulling down and stair climbing that I wake up. I look at the clock and it says 9:11. Waking up and seeing the clock number may not be that important, but I do tend to get messages through the clock numbers; in this case, 9:11 = "Emergency" to me.
I was living in this apartment, on the top floor, with 4 roommates. Two guys and two girls (that I had never seen before, strangers to me in real life). One of the girls was having a spat with one of the guys, love relationship problems, so the other girl asks me to take a walk with her. We go out the door and walk down some stairs to ground level, and it's slightly snowing, a bit slushy out, but no snow on the ground. She asks me if I want to go visit some people that she knows, and I say, "Sure..." I start walking up to this building about to go in, and she yells, "No wait! You need to protect yourself first!" and I watch her walk through this invisible force field and a little green light goes off to indicate she's "protected". So I walk through it, look back and see the green light goes off for me as well. But there was nothing there, I basically just walked past this little electronic device, it didn't seem that anything had really changed-
So we go into this building and she announces us. I see that we've entered this building, and we walk up some stairs and it ends up being my childhood home. There is a guy (who is a stranger to me in real life) painting the living room ceiling. There is a girl (who I do know in real life, she was an old aquaintance but I don't speak to her much any more) sitting in a chair, but the rest of the house is pretty much bare... the guy had obviously been preparing it to remodel some things. No one can see us since we've passed through this force field, but they can hear us. She tells them who she is, but then she says, "I've brought Michael with me," and she was meaning me. So I just kept quiet and went along with it. At the time I was thinking Michael was the other guy in the apartment.
They talk while I sit quietly, and I learn that my dad has sold the house and all of his possessions. The dream switches over to where I'm now with my mom, dad, and best friend (note: my mom and dad haven't been together in 12 years but still get along and my best friend is married into my dad's side of the family). My dad says that he has some bloodstone that was my uncle's (his brother who passed away in real life nearly 20 years ago) that he would like to sell, but that the Pawn shop wouldn't take it. My mother suggests we try selling it to a metaphysical shop. (Which is odd because my mom isn't in to metaphysics, and I barely even know what bloodstone's are for or worth). So we go in search of this metaphysical store. When we get there, it's a very tall building and a front desk lady stops us to ask us our business. When we tell her she let's us pass and mentions that the shop we're looking for is on the 42nd floor.
There is no elevator, and we start climbing staircases that I have to reach up and pull from the ceiling. These are a huge pain in the ass to climb up. Along the way, my dad is showing me old photos of those in his side of the family that have passed over. He showed me an old picture of my grandmother (who just passed away in February), a picture of my cousin (who was killed in Iraq in 2004), and at some point, I actually saw my grandfather (my dad's dad) in person with a couple of guys (that I didn't know) laughing on one of the floor landings (he passed in 1997). By this point, we've passed the 20th floor and my conscious mind has gotten so bored with this repetitive pulling down and stair climbing that I wake up. I look at the clock and it says 9:11. Waking up and seeing the clock number may not be that important, but I do tend to get messages through the clock numbers; in this case, 9:11 = "Emergency" to me.
