I dreamt I walked into a waiting room. There was a couch with divided cushions and a wooden frame against the wall facing me and then the wall to the right seemed to be beyond my vision and the reception was to the left.
There were a few people in there, some I felt I knew, others felt like strangers. I immediately noticed a guitar case shaped thing on the floor and knew I wanted it. It seemed there was a sort of antiques or estate sale going on in the waiting room. I was rustling for dollars in my wallet as I walked up to it wanting to make my claim. For some reason I knew the item was $13.00 and I knew I had enough. It was a case like a guitar but it seemed larger, like a bass, but flat like a guitar case. The case itself was a warm brown color with blond stitching and the inside was a blond tweed look. The body of the case opened up to reveal a turn table, cassette players and a cd player. I took an old album out and tested it. It sounded amazing. I was so happy to have found it. It was two things that I liked... something old with a story and good quality. I went back to waiting room mode and an old high school mate walked in. I had recently seen him at a reunion, but this version of him was almost morphing him between his high school appearance and present time. He was excited and high spirited, half way between the past and the future and very unsure of who he was and was here for a change. He seemed to know he wanted it for sure and that he would get it.
Then the right wall that I couldn't see before was an opening to the outside. There seemed to be a large gathering ... like a reunion. Peter Jackson came up to me. He felt like an old friend. He was showing me this metal object in his hand. It was almost like a large egg shape on top but ornate and beautiful and then was larger on the bottom. I'm not sure what it was meant for. I commented on in and the said something like ... aaah... it comes with the job.. people giving you things like this... We got on a little scooter with a trailer hitched to the back. He was riding... We were driving through the grass on a small path and we tipped over slightly. It was easy to pick it up, as it was so small, but we decided a drive through an orchard on the soft ground might not be a good idea, so we turned back. We ended up back at the gathering... it was getting to be dusk and there were lights hanging in the trees. There was an outdoor bar, but I really didn't want a drink...
There were a few people in there, some I felt I knew, others felt like strangers. I immediately noticed a guitar case shaped thing on the floor and knew I wanted it. It seemed there was a sort of antiques or estate sale going on in the waiting room. I was rustling for dollars in my wallet as I walked up to it wanting to make my claim. For some reason I knew the item was $13.00 and I knew I had enough. It was a case like a guitar but it seemed larger, like a bass, but flat like a guitar case. The case itself was a warm brown color with blond stitching and the inside was a blond tweed look. The body of the case opened up to reveal a turn table, cassette players and a cd player. I took an old album out and tested it. It sounded amazing. I was so happy to have found it. It was two things that I liked... something old with a story and good quality. I went back to waiting room mode and an old high school mate walked in. I had recently seen him at a reunion, but this version of him was almost morphing him between his high school appearance and present time. He was excited and high spirited, half way between the past and the future and very unsure of who he was and was here for a change. He seemed to know he wanted it for sure and that he would get it.
Then the right wall that I couldn't see before was an opening to the outside. There seemed to be a large gathering ... like a reunion. Peter Jackson came up to me. He felt like an old friend. He was showing me this metal object in his hand. It was almost like a large egg shape on top but ornate and beautiful and then was larger on the bottom. I'm not sure what it was meant for. I commented on in and the said something like ... aaah... it comes with the job.. people giving you things like this... We got on a little scooter with a trailer hitched to the back. He was riding... We were driving through the grass on a small path and we tipped over slightly. It was easy to pick it up, as it was so small, but we decided a drive through an orchard on the soft ground might not be a good idea, so we turned back. We ended up back at the gathering... it was getting to be dusk and there were lights hanging in the trees. There was an outdoor bar, but I really didn't want a drink...
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