Prolific Dreamer

I was in a dimly lit room where there was a small transparent cot like you would find in maternity wards for newborn babies. I was leaning over this cot feeling upset and saying goodbye to a newborn baby dressed in blue. I remember telling the baby to be brave, and knowing in my heart that it was brave. I looked behind me to see M.East weeping. I looked back down at the baby and I sensed it was passing over. I sensed a forward movement with the baby’s spirit. I remember weeping deeply just before I woke up.

I remember staying in the States at a hotel, and I was preparing to leave when Carrie appeared and asked me if I wanted to stay for a while longer to celebrate her birthday. She had booked a room at the hotel for her birthday. Roszita was with her. I remember seeing a clear blue sky, and I saw what looked like a car park with small vehicles.

After that I was in a living room with Linda and Roszita. I was sitting in an armchair opposite them and they were sitting in armchairs. They were bickering over something. I yelled, “Hey!” to nip the bickering in the bud. Roszita stood up and stepped out of the room, she looked upset. I followed her and saw that she had tears in her eyes. She told me that she doesn’t get attention from her mother. I tried to console her.

I was in a house that I lived in during my early teens with my family. I remember being in a bedroom that used to be my sister’s, and then going into the next bedroom which used to be mine when we had a lodger living with us.

My old bedroom used to be decorated in pink and grey, but in the dream I saw a pale blue carpet and walls. The colour of the carpet got paler near one of the walls. There was a brown coffee table near that wall (where my bed used to be in waking life). I was in a single bed, but it was opposite the door. The door was open. The door was painted in white. The curtains were open, and even though I couldn’t see out of the window, it appeared to be a sunny day.

I saw a large black spider crawling up the wall near the coffee table. It also had antennae. I felt nervous and pushed the coffee table right up against the wall and the spider fell on the floor. I didn’t see it for a while. I lay in the bed, looking at the doorway. I wanted to get out of bed and go through the doorway. I felt unable to do that. There was no fear or emotion but I felt as though there was a psychological block preventing me from taking any kind of action. I looked at the wall and I saw the spider crawling up the wall again. I realised that it was causing the block, and I remember thinking that I have to get out of the room but also feeling unable to do so.