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06-15-2016, 01:00 PM
15 June 2016
No intention set
Two dream snippets:
1) I'm in a rowboat on some large body of water. The water is calm, the day sunny and warm. I can see a shoreline off in the distance. Also in the distance are two large boats heading in my direction. As they get closer I'm able to see both boats resemble old wooden Viking sailing ships. They're moving across the water, directly at me. I don't know if they see me and if they keep going the way they are, they're going to hit my little boat. I would try to row out of the way but instead I just sit there, waiting for...I don't know what. It's like I know they're coming and I'm at risk but also know nothing will happen to me. Both boats sail right up to my location, one on each side of me. The swells lift my little boat and I yell, Are you idiots trying to drown me? Heads pop over the side of each boat. One side is celebrities, the other with people I've known. Both groups look sheepish and I hear a chorus of Sorry, sorry, sorry. We're just trying to rescue you. I eye the groups and say, I wasn't in trouble, you know, until you lot tried to drown me.
2) I'm standing on a street corner, facing a wide, four-laned street with a turn lane in the middle. The buildings up and down both sides of the street are a combination of businesses and residential buildings(like houses and apt. buildings). I recognize this street as one I've been on before and I know I'm in Everett, WA. There are no vehicles on the street but there are people riding bikes of all kinds or just walking down the street, not on the sidewalks. I'm dressed in a pair of white scrub pants, sneakers, and my bra, with my purse over my shoulder. A man walks up to the corner and eyes me curiously. Accident at work, I tell him. This seems to satisfy him and he joins the people in the street, walking along as if this is normal. I think that I need to find a place to buy a shirt so I don't feel so exposed. I check my wallet to see how much money I have. Not much, maybe $20 in small bills and change. That's okay, I know there's a thrift shop on this street and I'll pick up a t-shirt or something there. Then I'm in the thrift shop, which is full of people. I get glances as I enter but no one says anything about the way I'm dressed. There's a sense that this isn't uncommon. I head for the clothes section but there are no shirts of any kind available. In fact there are no clothes available except a couple racks with cheap polyester jackets. I check the prices and wow! The thrift shop wants a LOT for these things, more money than I have with me. I look around. People have carts and they're filling them with items, cleaning out the thrift shop. I search around for something I can afford to use as a shirt. The best I can do is an old, ragged shower curtain. I have a small sewing kit in my purse and I know I can rig up something.
There was also a fleeting bit about seeing an old computer on the side of the road and down a slight embankment, as if someone had tossed it out of a vehicle. An old PC tower and it had flashing lights on it indicating it was still running. There was other trash nearby, in fact trash strewn all up and down the road, yet the computer was the only thing that caught my attention.
Notes:
As I was trying to figure out the significance of the Viking boats-seriously? Viking boats? tended to be my train of thought-I searched for Viking ship images and came across this one. I get it now, after seeing the carving:
http://hdw.eweb4.com/out/975645.html
It's the dragons. Cute, guys, cute.
And once I had that, I realized this was a message dream for me. Now to decide what the message means(as usual).
My dad was stationed in Everett, WA, back in the early 60's. We stayed in a hotel there a few years ago when we attended a family wedding. Beyond that, I'm not familiar with the layout of Everett now. Yet that particular wide street pops up now and then in my dreamtime and when I see it, I know I'm in Everett.
Most of the businesses along the street were closed, which did not strike me as odd and I knew the thrift shop was opened.
Me walking around in a bra and pants did not attract attention in the sense that I was doing anything odd. It was more like people noted it and then went about their business. The only reason I wanted a shirt was for my comfort, in terms of people did notice and I didn't want to be noticed.
The thrift shop was busy but it was quiet. No talking, just the sounds of people moving about. I think what really stood out to me was how there were no clothes except those cheap jackets which were grossly overpriced.
It didn't bother me that I had no money. I knew I was okay, that I'd do fine.
As I'm reflecting on that snippet, something has jumped out at me: I was the only one wearing light-colored clothing. I was dressed in white, even my sneakers and purse were white, while everyone else was dressed in dark, drab colors(Considering how pale my skin is, I probably stood out like an effing beacon. ).
No intention set
Two dream snippets:
1) I'm in a rowboat on some large body of water. The water is calm, the day sunny and warm. I can see a shoreline off in the distance. Also in the distance are two large boats heading in my direction. As they get closer I'm able to see both boats resemble old wooden Viking sailing ships. They're moving across the water, directly at me. I don't know if they see me and if they keep going the way they are, they're going to hit my little boat. I would try to row out of the way but instead I just sit there, waiting for...I don't know what. It's like I know they're coming and I'm at risk but also know nothing will happen to me. Both boats sail right up to my location, one on each side of me. The swells lift my little boat and I yell, Are you idiots trying to drown me? Heads pop over the side of each boat. One side is celebrities, the other with people I've known. Both groups look sheepish and I hear a chorus of Sorry, sorry, sorry. We're just trying to rescue you. I eye the groups and say, I wasn't in trouble, you know, until you lot tried to drown me.
2) I'm standing on a street corner, facing a wide, four-laned street with a turn lane in the middle. The buildings up and down both sides of the street are a combination of businesses and residential buildings(like houses and apt. buildings). I recognize this street as one I've been on before and I know I'm in Everett, WA. There are no vehicles on the street but there are people riding bikes of all kinds or just walking down the street, not on the sidewalks. I'm dressed in a pair of white scrub pants, sneakers, and my bra, with my purse over my shoulder. A man walks up to the corner and eyes me curiously. Accident at work, I tell him. This seems to satisfy him and he joins the people in the street, walking along as if this is normal. I think that I need to find a place to buy a shirt so I don't feel so exposed. I check my wallet to see how much money I have. Not much, maybe $20 in small bills and change. That's okay, I know there's a thrift shop on this street and I'll pick up a t-shirt or something there. Then I'm in the thrift shop, which is full of people. I get glances as I enter but no one says anything about the way I'm dressed. There's a sense that this isn't uncommon. I head for the clothes section but there are no shirts of any kind available. In fact there are no clothes available except a couple racks with cheap polyester jackets. I check the prices and wow! The thrift shop wants a LOT for these things, more money than I have with me. I look around. People have carts and they're filling them with items, cleaning out the thrift shop. I search around for something I can afford to use as a shirt. The best I can do is an old, ragged shower curtain. I have a small sewing kit in my purse and I know I can rig up something.
There was also a fleeting bit about seeing an old computer on the side of the road and down a slight embankment, as if someone had tossed it out of a vehicle. An old PC tower and it had flashing lights on it indicating it was still running. There was other trash nearby, in fact trash strewn all up and down the road, yet the computer was the only thing that caught my attention.
Notes:
As I was trying to figure out the significance of the Viking boats-seriously? Viking boats? tended to be my train of thought-I searched for Viking ship images and came across this one. I get it now, after seeing the carving:
http://hdw.eweb4.com/out/975645.html
It's the dragons. Cute, guys, cute.
And once I had that, I realized this was a message dream for me. Now to decide what the message means(as usual).
My dad was stationed in Everett, WA, back in the early 60's. We stayed in a hotel there a few years ago when we attended a family wedding. Beyond that, I'm not familiar with the layout of Everett now. Yet that particular wide street pops up now and then in my dreamtime and when I see it, I know I'm in Everett.
Most of the businesses along the street were closed, which did not strike me as odd and I knew the thrift shop was opened.
Me walking around in a bra and pants did not attract attention in the sense that I was doing anything odd. It was more like people noted it and then went about their business. The only reason I wanted a shirt was for my comfort, in terms of people did notice and I didn't want to be noticed.
The thrift shop was busy but it was quiet. No talking, just the sounds of people moving about. I think what really stood out to me was how there were no clothes except those cheap jackets which were grossly overpriced.
It didn't bother me that I had no money. I knew I was okay, that I'd do fine.
As I'm reflecting on that snippet, something has jumped out at me: I was the only one wearing light-colored clothing. I was dressed in white, even my sneakers and purse were white, while everyone else was dressed in dark, drab colors(Considering how pale my skin is, I probably stood out like an effing beacon.
).