Monday, November 11, 2019

Something Weirdish, This Way, Mums

Val Thevictorian is no stranger to strange dreams. Thursday night I had a doozy, wherein I was touring a special museum, run by my ex-colleague, the Home Ec (heh, heh, she hated that) teacher down at the end of my hall. Homie's museum was in a large VICTORIAN (how fitting, my dream brain has a sense of humor) three-story house.

I can't really describe the collection her museum was devoted to. You know how dreams are. Things may make sense there, but no word exists for it in the waking world. Homie's treasures were some kind of dollies. Not play babies, thought that might also be a dream joke, since Homie gave out the battery-operated crying babies to her parenting classes. But in my dream, the dollies were of the hand truck variety. Used for carting things around.

The most special dolly of all was on the top floor. It was the only one. Made in sections, like a pull-out step-stool thingy. Three sections. It was designed to move PEOPLE like Hannibal Lecter!

I was on the second floor, on my way back down, having completed my tour. I encountered my MOM on the way up.

"Oh, Mom. You've gotta see the one on the top floor. It's the best."

"Okay. I'm on my way."

Homie was running around, directing people and being a font of information for her dolly museum. Mom turned to look over her shoulder as she was headed for the steps. She told Homie,

"I hear you have a really special one on the top floor."

And Homie IGNORED MOM! Didn't answer! Acted like she wasn't even there!

That didn't bother Mom. She went on up anyway. She was never one to take offense.

ANYHOO... that was a weird dream, though not unpleasant. I hadn't dreamed about Mom in a while. Nor thought about Homie, who retired a couple years before I did.

I went on about my Friday. Stopped by the cemetery for about five minutes on my way to the bank to redeem some matured savings bonds Mom left me. The year gets away from me. I mean to do them each month, but I've got a backlog of 11 right now. I've got to take a few at a time, lest the bank tellers get all discombobulated about too many. I also got gas and mailed the boys' letters. Picked up my 44 oz Diet Coke and scratchers.

By Saturday, I'd kinda forgotten about the dream. When I came home from town, the dogs came running, including our new (since July) adoptee Marley, who we've let out of the pen for two weeks. I thought he was adapting well, staying in the yard, near the other dogs, though not interacting so much. Yet this time, a vicious fight ensued between Jack and Marley. I won't go into it here, but it wasn't just a run-of-the-mill test of dominance. It was like a Michael Vick kind of event.

There were two stages to the fight, and I could not get those dogs apart. Again, I'm not delving into it, but by the time it simmered down, and I got up on the porch, headed for the kitchen door, I had blood on my arm. Not mine.

This really shook me up, such violence between my fleabags, and me powerless to control them. Shook me up. As in shaking, as I tried to fit the key in the lock.

Do you see what I see? I'm not talking about the rough, weathered hardware of my kitchen door lock. I mean

THE LADYBUG!

I haven't seen a ladybug in a LOOOOONG time. And now that we're having temperatures at night in the 20s, I sure didn't expect to see this one. Yes, I know that it's technically a beetle, not a bright red ladybug. These orange ones are what we have around here, and we've always called them ladybugs.


I agree that the extreme closeup does this one no favors. Close enough to see its undercarriage in the reflection is, perhaps, too close. Anyhoo, I was so happy to see that ladybug that I calmed right down from my dogfight fright. I set my stuff inside, and took a picture to document my ladybug visit.

Regular readers know that I consider a ladybug a sign from MOM, due to our joke about a horde of them in her house that she refused to exterminate, merely vacuuming them up with her Dustbuster, and letting them go outside. And the fact that I saw one every week, in assorted venues (including crawling on a baby's ear during an Open House visit at school one evening), after Mom died in February 2015.

I'm not a big believer in coincidences.
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OMG! I just clicked to set this for automatic posting, and noticed it will publish on 11/11. Kind of like the 11:11 I've been seeing on the clock over the past few days. I'm not all New-Age-y, or particularly spiritual, or a numerologist...but 11:11 makes me think of Mom, too.
Lots of theories on that 11:11.

10 comments:

  1. I don't know about the dollies, but meeting your mom in a dream it is pretty obvious she visited you. Your friend acted like she was not there because your mom did not visit her, she visited you, friend could not see her. Lady bug and 11/11 confirms the visit.

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    1. I like your analysis. I thought I had a dream with Mom in it on Friday night, too, but the details evaded me as I tried to recall them Saturday morning.

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  2. I didn't notice the ladybug until you pointed her out, I was focussed on the gap between the door and the frame, thinking someone had jimmied their way in and that's why the dogs were antsy.
    11/11 is remembrance day which I mostly ignore, but also my son in laws birthday. I posted his birthday card this morning after forgetting it all last week :(

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    1. I wouldn't have noticed the ladybug, except for trying to put my key in with a shaking hand. Years ago, Hick said that door looked like it might have been pried, so he put that big metal plate on the door to prevent it.

      Happy Birthday to your son-in-law. I'm sure he'll appreciate the card.

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  3. Dreams are strange. I have not had one dream about my mother, that is weird.

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    1. My sister has not had Mom-dreams. Her daughter and I had them a lot in the beginning. We could describe the exact clothing Mom was wearing (things in her wardrobe), and saw a kind of glow around her.

      I felt bad that Sis was left out of this phenomenon. Maybe some people pick up on those vibrations, and some don't. Or maybe we needed it more to help us move on.

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  4. No doubt an heavenly visit. I remember whenm your mom used to get the vaccuum out. LOL

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    1. Yes. And sometimes, if the horde was small, Mom wouldn't even get the Dustbuster. She'd say, "They'll go back up in the ceiling tonight. I'm not worried about it." I'm surprised the drop-ceiling in her family room didn't collapse! The worst experience was when I was lying on the couch chatting with her, and a ladybug tried to crawl into my ear!

      Last night, I had a dream about my dad. I'd tried to call Mom and Dad's phone number for a ride after a dream incident with T-Hoe. A lady answered, saying, "Oh, honey. I'm sorry. This is a business in Illinois." And I told her, "I guess their number was given away."

      I saw those digits clearly in my dream, and then the digits for Genius's phone. I figured he couldn't come so far to pick me up. Then I realized, "DAD can take me! I'm sure he's going that way." Heh, heh. To his own house!

      Dream Dad was standing off to my left, and agreed to give me a ride in his truck. Like he was just hanging around, in case I needed him.

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    1. That's pretty much all the entertainment I have these days. Except for scratchers and casinos, of course.

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