Our home….every room….was filled with people. I don’t think I knew them but in the dream, they’re all friends….but friends who don’t leave!!! And the furniture is moved all over the place. In some cases there’s even more furniture than there was! For example, there’s three TV’s in the den. And there’s musical instruments everywhere along with musicians. It’s as though Andy doesn’t even notice all this going on!….Or anyway he isn’t bothered by it.
I’m with a boy and a woman. I am a child too. We’re on the moon. It’s full. All of us lying on our stomachs holding on. We are worried about falling off (down) but then I remember we’re weightless up here aren’t we? We should be able to let go and float.
…..Must be a new series. It’s the second hiding dream I’ve had in two weeks. I am walking on an boulevard. The street is wide. In the center there’s a row of very high palm trees. It’s not a movie being shot but it could be because high up atop one of the trees a young woman is sitting in a small basket. The tree is being pulled to one side and then another. I am amazed she is not falling. Now suddenly she’s walking with the tree like on stilts.
I went shopping to a bookstore just as it opened. It’s carpeted. Feels even like it could be in a school. I know one of the things I bought besides books, was a wall clock for Emma-Jo. I’m not carrying a purse. It’s a canvas tote bag with straps. I wish I could remember the books I bought!!….But I can’t. I do think that one or two were ones I had bought before that I wanted to have nice copies of.
Flying from Montreal to Munich. Long flight. Took me a while to finally fall off to sleep. You have no idea how many times in the 45 years I have heard dreamers describe how they arrive at the exam room in high school and have no pen, or forgot their material… can’t open their locker… can’t get to the classroom, etc. So funny how I have never had that common dream. Well it was finally my turn to experience the experience I hear from so many clients.
I dreamed I was standing at a bus stop on Queen Mary Road. I had laid out a piece of cream colored carpet so a few women who were coming off the bus could see it and hopefully buy it. And it’s not even a carpet you’d put down on the floor (unless at the door) to wipe your feet. It’s just a cut of a carpet, and a lousy cut at that! It’s shaped like a messy, uneven triangle. I have price stickers on the back of it. The price was 39.99. The forst woman looks at it and offers me 40-something dollars. I am so happy I say to her, “I’m sure you’re the one who is going to get it.”