Odd Owls

I started to climb a really nice tree as Josh watched me from a car parked just next to the tree.  I had just placed myself in a perfect spot when a bird flew over and sat down right in front of me on the same branch.  I marveled that it was not just a run of the mill bird but an owl.  He looked like a cross between a screech owl or a great horned owl.  He turned his head to look straight at me and was not afraid of me.  For fear that he was going to peck my eyes out, I quickly jumped out of the tree and ran to the car.  I jumped in the drivers seat and shut the door when the owl appeared on the side mirror.  I quickly rolled up the cracks in the window and sped off in the car.  Josh and I marveled at how oddly the owl acted. 

Later, I found myself in a restroom at a restaurant when I saw the owl again.  The owl stood in front of a stall and stared at me.  I felt like he was trying to tell me something.  I leaned forward and said to him, "Ok, look.  I'm trusting you to not peck my eyes out here.... "  I held out my hand and the owl gently climbed on and leaned forward to whisper in my ear.  I don't know if he physically spoke or if he transmitted his message telepathically but I hung on every word he said.  He told me that I was to wear some specific clothing, keep my eyes open, and know that the events to come are meant to happen.  That I was to follow the path that the clothes would start for me.  He told me I was to do exactly as he said and trust it.  

This is almost exactly how the owl looked... but with bigger eyes.

It was not an ominous warning... it wasn't a suggestion either.  It was a firm, matter of fact owl that told me about a very specific journey I would surely take.

I put on the clothes and very subtle things happened.  A comment from a stranger, leading to a classroom full of school kids.  To my niece who insisted on watching a specific movie, to watching it snow on the beaches of California, to running away from strange people, to finding good friends who would lend a hand when I was afraid. 

I woke up this morning and got ready normally.

I looked up a few things about what this dream could mean:

To dream that animals can talk represent superior knowledge. Its message is often some form of wisdom. Alternatively, a talking animal denotes your potential to be all that you can be.

To see an owl in your dream symbolizes wisdom, insight, magic, expanded awareness and virtue. You are highly connected to your intuitive senses and psychic power. The owl is also synonymous with death, darkness and the unconscious. The appearance of an owl may be telling you to let go of the past or certain negative behaviors.

As I told the dream to my husband, I found that I am wearing a sweater that is the exact print and fabric of the pants I was wearing in the dream.  I guess I'll see where this sweater leads me today...

Celebrity Filled Nights

I have been dreaming the last few nights but I've chosen not to post them.  I had some intense dreams of fighting with family and people that I love... so I've chosen not to share them.

Three nights ago...

I found myself in a forest with a river.  It looked like there was a music video being filmed in a nearby tree and Beyonce and Michelle Williams were suspended by wires and dangling sexily from it.  They were wearing neutral colors and singing... that's all.

Two nights ago...

I was traveling somewhere that in my dream told me was Haiti.  It was terrible.  I traveled around the country with my friend Chrissy and we both knew the country was very unstable.  We walked through a rocky desert to a stand that sold fruit and drinks.  I was dying of thirst but I didn't have exact change so the woman at the stand got really mad at me.  Suddenly, we were overtaken by men with guns and Chrissy pulled me to safety.  Gun fire went back and forth between the masked men on a vehicle and the woman and her family at the food stand.  As quickly as it came, it went.  Chrissy and I were left without a way to get around or understand where we were going so she and I started walking away as quickly as we could talking about how crazy the world was and how everyone was ridiculous.  Not such a difference from real life...

Last night...

I don't remember much of my first dream except that I was chasing after Joel McHale.  My husband's favorite show is Community and the last few weeks we've been watching episodes before we go to bed.  I think somehow I've developed a crush on him as I spent all night lusting after him in my dreams.  I remember talking to him and us expressing interest in each other but never actually being in the same place to be able to hang out.  As a married woman, this makes me feel super guilty knowing I spent most of my night chasing after him!  I blame Josh!  The weird thing is that in my dreams, I always remember my morals.  Like, even though I was chasing after Joel, I somehow felt a small voice saying, "don't do anything..."  I like to think my conscience still knows what's going on in my dreams but my brain doesn't listen to it.  The most awkward part of all of this was that my husband was in my dream too but appeared as his 21 year old self.  He had gauged ears and a baby face.  I felt really weird seeing him in my dream while also lusting after "Jeff Winger."  Ugh.

At some point I woke up in the night then I fell back asleep...

In the next part of my dream, I saw Gwen Stefani.  She was shorter than I thought and had pink hair wrapped up in a hat.  She walked into a bathroom/dressing room thing and I looked at Josh and said, "Is that her?!"  he nodded and encouraged me to go so I gave him my coat so I could stalk her.  By the time I turned around to go after her, there were people blocking the door.  For some reason, I thought there was a door into the girls room from the mens room so without hesitation, I walked into the mens room.  There were men around, doing their business at urinals when there was a loud bang behind me.  A guy dressed in green spandex with spiky green hair hurled a laser beam/force field in my direction.  The rest of the dream was a blur but it was a blur of me in a sweet black Tron type outfit doing ninja kicks, dodging lasers, and generally kicking butt.  I impressed my husband as he stood on the side and watched me slay the bad guy.  In the end, I saw Gwen and she talked to me about the crazy ninja dude.  Pretty cool.  

Josh's assessment of my dreams is that 1)  I'm in love with Joel McHale because I had 1 other dream about him months ago.  2)  I'm much more athletic in my dreams than real life.  Hmm...  I just like that I consistently dream about Josh and that I know where he is... even in my dreams.