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Redhead and Grammy

I had an interesting dream this morning. I woke up about 4 am from my first dream in which a red headed young man felt he had done something so terrible to someone else, he needed to punish himself. He took a long spike and drove it through his foot, screaming in pain. The next scene was of the Dr.’s telling him he’d be fine but the young man was depressed.

I was awake for a short time and then when I fell back to sleep, I dreamed that my husband was in our house (not our real house and not my parents house) and I was staying across the street in a little hotel room. There wasn’t anything wrong, I was just working in that room. I didn’t have any bad feelings or troubling issues with Frank. He was in the house and I told him I’d be right back. I went across a street that wasn’t busy with traffic and past some deep green pines to a hotel room hidden in the trees. As I went by a young man called out to me saying something about a wooden foot. I didn’t really pay attention to the fact that it was the same guy from the earlier dream.

The room was white, but had a used air about it. I had a desk, looking out a window and a bed in the room. I had work on the desk. I was working on some photographs or a magazine layout of some kind. I also had a backpack, my cell phone and some keys in the room. When I walked in, I noticed Frank’s Grandmother sitting on my bed. (She’s been gone for over 10 years now and when we cleaned her room, found some writings where she made it clear that she wasn’t too fond of me!) I was surprised to see Grammy. I asked her if she wanted to see Frank and she said yes. She seemed very excited and anxious to get to him. I said I could take her to him, he was just across the street. She said it wouldn’t matter because he wouldn’t be able to see her, only I could. I told her that even if that was the case, she’d be able to see him and I’d tell him she was there. She said she only had about 4-5 hours. I started gathering things to go back across the street when I noticed the same red headed young man sitting at my desk, looking at my bottle of water. (I always have water with me to drink) He was examining it as if it were a foreign object and he mentioned the color blue. I asked him if he wanted a bottle of water and he said yes. Then he started acting even more erratic and began touching all of my items, including messing up my work. I was very upset and asked him to stop and eventually told him he had to leave. Grammy was getting agitated because she wanted to go to Frank. Once the young man left the room, I started looking for my stuff to leave. I couldn’t find my cell phone to call Frank and I couldn’t find my keys to get across the street. I looked out the window of my hotel room and the redhead was standing near a pole and waving something that was pointy (shaped like and E with the middle piece missing ) over his head while he laughed and talked to someone on my cell phone. I tried using the hotel phone, but couldn’t figure out how to dial it (not uncommon in dreams).

I woke up with the feeling that I needed to call Frank and tell him his Grammy wanted to talk to him – which weirded him out of course!

That redheaded guy bugged me though. I get the same feeling he was that nasty guy from another dream or two, some of my more vivid and disturbing ones. Just something about him that’s not quite right.

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I believe you reap what you sow. It's not a Karma thing, it's that I believe you make your own reality whether good or bad. Thus, my favorite saying is, "Say what you mean and mean what you say."

Well, Sharon, if you wanna know what I think....

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