26 Oct 2017 Dream Walking and being different

Hello to you. It’s Thursday afternoon and I’m finally feeling good enough to write. My sinus’ have been acting up and it got real bad last night. With the cooler, drier and windier fall weather my sinus’ tend to get dried out and my allergies act up as there is a lot of stuff in the air getting shifted about. The most difficult part is the headaches.

I had trouble getting to sleep and staying asleep last night because of the pain but when I did, I had a pretty detailed dream. I’m not sure if it was triggered by my looking at a travel guide for Pittsburgh or what but it didn’t feel like it belonged to me….like I was dream walking again.

5:10 am

Dreamt I was with a young black woman who was working towards a dream of owning a business. She was showing me some pottery piece she was working on and shaping with a hand-held tool that used heat to shape the clay. It looked like brazing? Just remember her holding the piece she was making and running the tool over it and shaping it.  She was still learning. She said she preferred wire work. Her store had crafts and jewelry in it. She had a prize that I was going to win helping her. She had made a ring and I had to go choose the stone from a shop she was working with. Her shop was in like a place like a mall. Before I woke up from this vivid dream, we were outside going into her shop, the sun was shining. A young black man gave me a long quizzical look as he went by us, she teased me about that.

Sometimes I don’t feel like what I dream belongs to me. Kind of like I’m dream walking.  Do you remember the show Quantum Leap starring Scott Bakula?  He would travel through time and when he looked in the mirror he saw himself but the people he was interacting with saw a completely different person.  It’s like this for me sometimes in the dream world.

Quantum Leap – Show Trailer | NBC Classics

2:16 pm – the dream this afternoon definitely belonged to me!

I dreamt about my Mom Dianne trying to understand me and who I am. She was realizing, with my help by my walking her back through my childhood, that I’ve always been this way. For as long as she’s known me, I’ve been different.

I don’t remember many specifics beyond this but that is the gist of what the dream was about. I think this dream was triggered by the drawing I did outside last night of me with flaming red hair and almost a ghostly appearance. Me as the red-headed stepchild nobody wants kind of theme with a tiny little flying insect next to me lol!

25 Oct 2017 – Drawing I did last night. Me as the infamous redheaded step-kid in this world.

I’m not feeling sorry for myself, I love who I am, but that’s what it feels like to be me in this world sometimes. When your different you are like a piece of a collection in a curiosity cabinet in a museum with a warning label, “Do not touch! Fragile! Damaged goods!” This blog is a way for people approach the “cabinet” I am in, read about me and be curious but at a safe distance.

It’s being this sort of person that makes me able to empathize and begin to understand a pretty wide spectrum of people. This is the gift of suffering can bring to our lives.  When you know what it’s like to go through something, you are more likely to have a heart for someone else going through similar circumstances.

As is said in this beautiful prayer by St Francis, it’s more important to understand than it is to be understood.

26 Oct 2017 A Simple Prayer St Francis that belong to Kyles Grandma Pat Hultgren