08-24-2014, 02:42 PM
My intention was: Tonight I will have dreams about significant world wide events that will occur on August 30th, 2014. Because I was doing this in part to see things related to a Dallas timeframe dream, I believe I was mentally pushing to get something that would relate to that. I believe this dream indicates that my intention was faulty - it was the wrong combination, and I am not even in the right place.
In my dream, I am apparently racing in a triathlon. I have just finished the swim, and I"ve gone into the transition area to retrieve my bike. The transition area is not really a transition area. It is actually a casino, where there are numerous people sitting at slot machines or other games of chance. The bikes themselves are in lockers, stored upright for protection, with electronic passcodes that have to be entered to unlock the lockers. Each racer has an assigned locker; the lockers have their numbers posted on them.
In the dream, I am extraordinarily frustrated because I can"t find my assigned locker. The lockers are apparently in sequential order, but they are interspersed between all of the games of chance that others are playing. I am looking for the number that I have on my bib, but can"t find it. It is taking me a very long time as I go all through the transition, and will see numbers close to mine but still can"t find mine.
I flag down an official and ask for help. I am angry with the official and yelling at him, but then realize its not his fault and I apologize. He eventually helps me to the locker that matches my bib, but then informs me that the bib number is not the locker number to use. I pull a sleeve down and it reveals another number that is hand written in red onto my arm, which is different from my bib number. I now go out and search for that locker number, and still can"t find it. (At this writing I can"t remember the exact numbers, I was in the 3 hundreds but looking in the 2 hundreds, I believe 275)
I flag down the official again, and he takes me to a locker which I now think is mine. But now I can"t remember what the combination was. I put a quarter into the slot so I can open the locker and put in the combination I think is right, but it"s wrong; the locker does not open. I put in another quarter and fail again. There is a window at the top of the locker, so I look in. I can now see that it is not my bike, helmet, or shoes. This is not my locker. (At this writing I have forgotten the number, but I think it was 325).
I now despair because I still don"t know where my locker is; another official asks me if I"m disappointed because the biking is my strongest discipline. I explain I"m more disappointed because I won"t even be able to finish the race. Some of the lockers are being removed already from the transition, and I haven"t even found mine yet.
The dream closes out, I have the feeling that I still have time to find the locker and get back to racing, but now I would probably not be able to finish the bike leg prior to the course being closed.
In my dream, I am apparently racing in a triathlon. I have just finished the swim, and I"ve gone into the transition area to retrieve my bike. The transition area is not really a transition area. It is actually a casino, where there are numerous people sitting at slot machines or other games of chance. The bikes themselves are in lockers, stored upright for protection, with electronic passcodes that have to be entered to unlock the lockers. Each racer has an assigned locker; the lockers have their numbers posted on them.
In the dream, I am extraordinarily frustrated because I can"t find my assigned locker. The lockers are apparently in sequential order, but they are interspersed between all of the games of chance that others are playing. I am looking for the number that I have on my bib, but can"t find it. It is taking me a very long time as I go all through the transition, and will see numbers close to mine but still can"t find mine.
I flag down an official and ask for help. I am angry with the official and yelling at him, but then realize its not his fault and I apologize. He eventually helps me to the locker that matches my bib, but then informs me that the bib number is not the locker number to use. I pull a sleeve down and it reveals another number that is hand written in red onto my arm, which is different from my bib number. I now go out and search for that locker number, and still can"t find it. (At this writing I can"t remember the exact numbers, I was in the 3 hundreds but looking in the 2 hundreds, I believe 275)
I flag down the official again, and he takes me to a locker which I now think is mine. But now I can"t remember what the combination was. I put a quarter into the slot so I can open the locker and put in the combination I think is right, but it"s wrong; the locker does not open. I put in another quarter and fail again. There is a window at the top of the locker, so I look in. I can now see that it is not my bike, helmet, or shoes. This is not my locker. (At this writing I have forgotten the number, but I think it was 325).
I now despair because I still don"t know where my locker is; another official asks me if I"m disappointed because the biking is my strongest discipline. I explain I"m more disappointed because I won"t even be able to finish the race. Some of the lockers are being removed already from the transition, and I haven"t even found mine yet.
The dream closes out, I have the feeling that I still have time to find the locker and get back to racing, but now I would probably not be able to finish the bike leg prior to the course being closed.