Recent dreams containing cheese page 5

Toasting cheese

Oh, the celebration could be heard as I enter the courtyard; people dancing in line, torch light blowing in a slight breeze. “Zsu!” Patrizia gathers me in her arms and draws me into the row of revelers. Joy! Dancing, laughing, and merriment! Excitement on the ground and ecstatic energy in the air! Various beautiful people feel the drink and gaiety. I stop exuberated by the tables of food, famished by the traveling. There is so much to eat ???adjusted to between the drumming, strings, long lines of people holding hands weaving in and out, and around! I can’t decide what not to choose to eat when a tall man stares down at me, smiling. “Hello.” I say. “Hello,” he says back. I grab some prsut, sausage, cheese, and reach for the honey when, “Not yet!” young Lydia grins and pulls me into the weave. Mr. Beautiful quietly reaches for my plate and when I return, I find him sitting licking his fingers. “I would like some more!” “Indeed, as would I!” Returning to the table, with candles, and plates of fruit, cheese, olives, he introduces himself, half shy half forward. “I am kin to Mirabella.” “Kristo, I know of you. You paint.” He puts prsut on her plate and reaches for a wine goblet, ignoring the wine. “Awkward silence,” he finally says. * The night sky lit up, vibrant and full of stars. The moon hung over a branch of her favorite tree when the first guests arrived. Carriages and horses began to align the drive. She left behind the idea that any hope in salvaging what remained of this “marriage” with Istven. Zsuzanna needed to return to her roots for inner guidance and the wisdom of (name of older woman mentor). Musicians played their pipes and strings, drumming set the pace of the dance. Zsuzanna stood gazing out over this Eden when someone grabbed her from behind to join in the line dance. Hoisting her skirts she forgot her woes, and partook in the merriment. Krsto was present. His family held a long loyal alliance with various noble lineage, and he her only kinship with the world he wished to forget.

1697 - There is a feeling blackness and desolation where once productivity and sense of community took place. “When I arrived, windows were closed up; tapestries covering windows. You could tell there was pillaging and evacuation with the arrival of this new emerging power. Where when I arrived, it was flourishing. The thick walled gates have been damaged. When it once smelled earthy, now is stench and filth. Now it is just a castle in the middle of nowhere with occasional lost chicken or animals running loose. 1697 KRK – ah, a stoney sectional-multi level house surrounded by cypress and pale yellow roses. The cliff drops off to one side, sloping down into the water. Deep blue water. The furniture here is not as thick and woodsy as (Lika castle) but more primitive of animal skin. There is a window that looks out into the water. Sun shines through it! Terraces looking out over cliffs. There is a small kitchen, where of, course, I love to spend time. Herbs grow in windows, and bouganvilla in pots. I don’t really feel cold, but love the smell of wood burning in a stove. When we arrived, walls were cracked and there were no potted plants of color. There is a little notch of a private cove were we dock a wooden boat. Sometimes at night, we would take a lantern and fish for silver fish. They are drawn to the light. We keep a mule for carrying provisions up. A goat. Some chickens, some pigs. Our diet is mostly fish and vegetables, cheese I make. You make cheese? I laugh, yes. Cook has been with me a long time. She has been my right and left angel wings. Lost her husband about five years ago, all knotty fingered from years of hard hard work. Never a complaint. You need to remember that we have to be discreet, in hiding. No music. No friends. Little laughter. A lot of contemplation. A time to tell my story. Sometimes, my eyes are so weighed down with the darkness of death. Here I don’t have to dress in accordance with the social status of my relations.

I was running through the jungle, with the tiger from the Jungle Book chasing me. In front of me appeared a floating door that read, no tigers allowed. I went in, and it turned into Chuck E. Cheese.

I was at a party and then my crush came over and talked to me, then he put a slice of cheese in my mouth then kissed me.

I got attacked and killed by a giant cheese puff.

I was running away from an army of Pringle Cheese flavored potatoe chips

I'm at a friends house, preparing a small surprise party for another friend arriving from abroad (for some reason, I think they're coming from Poland). I'm grating cheese onto a plate when one of my friends starts using a hairdryer or fan and the grated cheese blows off the plate. We become angry with each other and then everyone in the room starts arguing (I think there's 5 of us). I leave by the back door. I'm in my local village and both sides of the road are lined with severely damaged cars, damaged by other cars driven by people who are infected (I think). I start noticing that the people around me are acting strange, like they're feral. A man walks up to me (not feral) and touches my arm, he's lost and confused. He sees a woman and says "It's you. you've done this". Then there is darkness. We have fallen and he's landed on top of me (I can feel my breasts pressed to his chest) but it doesn't feel sexual. Then I am looking through his eyes (this is interchangeable, sometimes I'm in my head, sometimes in his). Through him I talk to one of his ancestors who tells him they've been searching for him to save them. There is some kind of war going on. Still as him, I'm riding on top of a cart, I jump from it and land on a horse. I slit it's throat. I then flash back to my friends house and I'm in one of my friends heads. She is locked in a closet, feeling confused and acting like the feral people I saw earlier. Someone enters the room and she's scared. Now I'm back behind the mans eyes (I see him as a warrior). Then back to myself. We see each other and feel connected. The war is over. Back to myself in my friends kitchen. I've grated too much cheese and everything is back to normal, no-one remembers anything apart from me and I'm confused. I can remember and I know it happened. I get up and leave through the back door. I want to find the warrior. I wake up.

First, in my dream, I remember being at a store with my dad, step mom, and stepbrother. I bought a pack of peppermint gum (like what I usually get) and 5-piece pack of this dessert gum. The dessert gum was cheese cake flavor. When we got outta the store, we saw this white truck that is owned and has been owned for 2 years and the owner was 18, 16 when he bought the truck. We stole it and I was the one driving and I was too young to drive in my dream (and I am barely too young to drive in reality. I will be able to in months). Then after that we started talking about this single mom with one kid that hired a babysitter and never came back to the house and the babysitter ever got to go home. Then, all of a sudden, I became that babysitter. It was just her and me. She was a baby, probably about a year old, and she had blond hair and blue eyes. And I have naturally blond hair and blue eyes (both in my dream and in reality. I dye my hair black, btw) We were playing underwater. There was seaweed under the water. After we played under the water, the kid was probably about 4 or 5 years old. She wanted me to do a bunch of things that I refused to do (like hug her and things like that). I was trying to track down her mom on the internet, but I couldn't find her. When I gave up, I knew I was gonna have to be this girl's parent. So I gave her a big hug. She asked "are you ok?" I said "yes." We played around for a while and I did the things she wanted me to do. After a while, we went to a hot air balloon. She grew up so fast. She was probably about 18 by the time we got outta the balloon. When we got back, the girl's mother was their. She, me, and her kid talked. The mom was proud of her for lying to some people, telling them how good she is. It seemed like the kid was really happy to see her mom. She didn't really say how happy she was to me for being her mom, but she showed it as she grew up. Then I woke up. (and at the end of the dream, the girl was getting ready to move out and start her own life). What is my subconscious trying to tell me? This was a weird dream. And btw, I didn't eat anything before I went to bed, and I never do (except for a cup of milk, but in the 2.5 years I have been drinking it before I went to bed, it never gives me weird dreams. When I have a weird dream, there is typically a meaning behind it.

Cheese cake