Reflexology Durham Region

The man who burned it all

I was in a school, lockers lined the wall and the corridors were filled with people. There was this man that was threatening people and there was a fear stirring among the group. As I left a classroom the whole room burst with flame and all was destroyed. Many left the building at that point and the fire seem to follow.

I was quick to realize this man was the cause of it all. It was almost like he had a power to blow things up with fire anywhere he went at will. On the run now, I tried to get away, homes, towns and cities started to go up in flame and not many were able to escape. I was able to get my aunts and convince her to pack all that was necessary to go but the process was taking too long and this fire-starter man found me and burst the house into flame. I was in a city now trying to seek refuge somewhere. I ran into some younger 20 something’s in a commercial building and went down a glass encased stair well to a basement where it was all concrete. Each corner of the building seemed to have an garden with a beautiful fountain, much like a zen garden. I thought to myself, that I would like to stay here longer but I had to keep moving. I left those people behind and headed to the forest with all that I could.

I managed to only have a backpack and climbed the hill until I could overlook the city. It was destroyed in rubble and some parts still in flame. I was saddened by the sight but still had to keep moving on. I traveled through the bush to another city. I met up with some people I was familiar with in a parking lot, much of which contained rubble and they told me there was a group of people that were hiding away that they could help me hide too. I had seen some of these building from a previous dream. Condos buildings built of glass but with not much around them for city-scape or landscaping.

One of the men I knew led me through the city and I knew which one he was leading me to, as I had been there before. The space was the same, the room, the windows and layout. He didn’t say much to me but he was handsome and wanted to seduce me.

*Woke up* figures right ?! Just when it was about to get interesting.

Dreams in Feb

A common theme in many of my dreams is being in my childhood home but knowing I have a home I have paid for elsewhere. I am unsure why I am always in a perpetual state of going to move into this place that I own but still living in my parents home. I also imagine the home to be occupied by other people and currently not where I (in real life) do own a home, nor the same style.

The uncommon part of this dream is that there is a space in the dinning room that has a chair, the chair is haunted and not doing anything yet but giving me the impression that it doesn’t feel right. I go to tell people about it but it is ignored the I go back and I noticed photos sitting on it this time. All the faces of the people are gone. I look back up at the chair and it has a mirror now, it is my face and it does not share the same expression that I am making. This makes me terrified and I leave and I feel as though I am possessed, trapped without control of who i am to other people. I wake up due to this fear.


Ancient Dream

I wake up this morning having experienced (as usual) an adventure during my sleep. Dreams are never the norm, nor can they easily be explain. This one had to do with a trip. I was surrounded by women at a camp, some I knew, some I didn’t. True to any fear associated with a trip, I had to pack and I was looking around for anything that I may have forgotten all on a tight time frame. I didn’t want to miss my ride.

Packing everything, it made me feel like I had more stuff than I knew. It was everywhere, it was in a few different rooms that were shared with other women. There were some arguments over what was mine and what was theirs and every time I returned to another room, some stuff either accumulated in mass or was missing. On top of that, I had to pack my animals, my cat and my dog (who had passed in the past year).

It was time to pack the car now, my mom was there and my little brother. Except it was him when he was about 8-10 years old. I can understand why they were both there, I had spoken to them that day. Off in the car we go, sans the pets I meant to get in the car. We were now on a road trip and and I was the navigator.

The map was confusing, it had multiple layers without any real instruction and they provided depth of travel. We were weaving through the mountain terrain and came into a village, filled with sunlight and warmth, there was a pond with a small road wrapped around. I looked at my map then up at the space, then back again. It didn’t quite seem to match and the map said I had to take this small road down. I thought.. maybe we could drive but my mom was dead set against that, thought it was too dangerous. In the pond there were several families bathing, having fun and everyone’s mood was quite well.

So, we wouldn’t be driving now and my younger brother had switched to my twin brother at his current age. I started looking for an easier way to our destination .There came an elevator, but it wasn’t connected to anything, it must have been there as a tease. (Can’t take the easy way to where you are going). So we decided to walk. Along with several others, we winded our way down a steep dirt path on the side of the mountain. It wasn’t long until we arrived, it was actually not a difficult journey at all.  When we got there, the ruins were covered in water mostly. They were ancient ruins with writing all over the walls like gypths of an ancient language in large characters. Deeply carved.

The path to lead down into it had water over it, however, many of the others (tourists) seemed to trek through it fine. So I took my shoes off and held my cell above me to avoid damaging it and stepped in. It was a squishy bottom, almost like a fun house. Now that my family saw how easy it was, they joined me and we started to explore the building.

There was no roof, it was just large columns and vertical pieces of rock together covered in wording, dark brown, grey and black. Located at the base of the mountain, it was dark and shadowed from the surroundings. People spoke of it being a water purification building that the limestone filtered the water and collected it. That the water we were in was drinkable. Each corner we took, more and more people appeared until we were out over a ledge that teared down into a few large pools. These must have been reservoirs. I was disappointed to see families playing in this water, it was meant for consumption not bathing in, almost felt sacrilegious.

The water got deeper and people started discarding their valuables on the edge to go into it. On the ledge, I put up my cell phone and removed some articles of clothing and dived in. Looking around under the water the base was sandy, there were discarded valuables from many years around the base edges. The water was dense and cold and I felt i could hold my breath for ever. Upon resurfacing the population around me of people were all Asian. I found this odd, I couldn’t understand what they were saying, but they didn’t recognize my presence there.

It was around this point that I woke up.


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