I had several dreams on the night of December 3, 2020. I was dressed in sweats and had been busy with something else when I realized I was in a garage filled with tables. I immediately started looking for my husband. At first, I saw a woman (someone I used to be jealous of) sitting at a table. Then I saw my husband at another table with his back, which meant he didn’t see me.
The next thing I know, I was on the other side of the garage cleaning out my car. I was on the driver’s side, then crawled through the back seat and came out on the passenger side. As I opened the car door, a slightly overweight woman was trying to squeeze past me. I said, “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there. I would have waited.” As I got out of the car, I noticed everyone in the garage was dancing, and I looked around for my husband again. I thought he’d be dancing with the woman I saw sitting at a table earlier in the dream, but he wasn’t.
In the next dream Then I was walking through the living room looking at the walls. The walls were covered in patchy green paint that got worse the further I walked. It suddenly dawned on me that I had just spoken to someone in the dream about painting the outside of my house. I had agreed to let him paint the inside too. Then as I walked towards the stairs, still looking at the walls, I heard my husband say, “Are you planning on painting the walls? I looked up and noticed him and two other men leaning over the railing of the stairs. I said, “yes, but I don’t know what color.” Then I pointed to a couple of areas on the wall where the paint was patchy and peeling and said, “I kind of like this color.”
I heard someone say something about a wasp under the stairs and above my head in the next dream. I noticed my husband standing in front of me on the stairs. He pulled me into him, and my face was even with his torso. I noticed a couple of bees surrounding him, and as he pulled me close, I was bitten on the neck by the bees multiple times. He then said to me, “Oh, I’m so sorry.” But he kept holding onto me tightly.
Finally, I started hearing something similar to the thumping sound. It is a sound I often hear on the right side of my head while sleeping. The sound woke me up, and I realized it was slightly different than in previous times. This time it was more of a chiseling sound as though someone was chiseling away at the stone. I was still tired, so I closed my eyes again to go back to sleep, and at some point, I noticed that I was in an empty field, paved with small, white gravel. I realized it was where a trailer park used to be. I then came upon a spot and looked down at it. It looked like a small hole had been dug up then covered again.
Next, as I felt myself starting to wake up, I saw a pair of hands wearing worker gloves digging in that spot. Only this time, it didn’t look like gravel but instead, it was rich, dark soil, and for a brief second, I saw a green sprout coming out of the soil. Then I woke up.
Reflecting on the Dream(s)
As I transcribe my journal’s dreams, I had thoughts about another dream I had where I found myself in a trailer; actually, two different dreams involving a trailer came to mind. The details aren’t 100% clear, but honestly, it’s difficult to tell if they were dreams or memories. The trailer was located in an open gravel field in one of them, and I was there with another person, I think. I may have written this one down. In the other dream, I was in a large RV, and I think I may have recorded this one in my dream journal as well.
In the meantime, as I typed these dreams into a word document, the thoughts of another dream come to mind. The dream felt like an actual memory, but this particular dream was one I had a couple of times. In the dream(s), I found myself in a large outdoor area where old furniture was kept outside of what I think was a thrift store. I would wait for the thrift store to close and go looking for furniture. Then the thought came to me that I had another similar dream, in which I found a hutch. I also found gold silverware on the counter portion of the hutch or in one of its drawers.
Anyway, this has been happening so much lately. I start to record my dreams then thoughts of other dreams come to mind. I’ve mentioned it recently in other posts. This is such a strange but interesting occurrence.
As far as any symbolism in this dream, I looked up the word bees and found that bees are seen as symbols of Christ's attributes in Christianity. Bees are mentioned in Deuteronomy 1:44, Judges 14:8, Psalm 118:12, and Isaiah 7:18. In addition, in Hebrew, the word bee has the word Dabar in its name. There’s a whole meaning which ties into the planting and sprouting of the seed in my dream. The word green (the paint) in Hebrew is symbolic of resurrection. Genesis 1:30, 9:3, Exodus 10:15, Numbers 22:4, Psalm 37:2, and Isaiah 15:6.