I dreamt I was in a car with a guy. I know I didn't like him, that he wasn't my type (he was flashy, into money and showing off), that I didn't want to spend time with him, but I was still with him. We were headed to a late night club to meet a couple of my friends, who were not really my friends, who I was seeing to have someone to spend time with. It was late and the building was curved so you could park in a half circle around it. I saw close parking spots, but he kept going around to the back. I just wanted to get in and get out and actually not be seen.
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I had been on a hike with some friends and I think my brother. We left from a farm which felt like my grandparent's farm. It had a feeling of comfort, ease, and security. We packed up and went for a long hike through which seemed like red rock, the kind you might see in monument valley but smoother, and the path was all next to a river. There were trees along the way, I remember eating cherries at one tree. It was a nice hike and I felt like I knew where I was going. We spent the night at one location and everyone had gone ahead. I knew this and or had agreed to it. It didn't feel bad or wrong. I was packing up my things but having a hard time concentrating. I would start packing, then clean up one section, then wonder if I should go to the bathroom, or if I should eat something, basically not getting any one thing done. It didn't feel good to be scattered. I also didn't know where I was going although I knew of some paths I could take. At one point I had a bird's eye view of the paths. One path was along the river and I could see it would take much longer. It wound back and forth and had water and trees which I like. The other path was very straight and through the canyon. It would be quick and direct to the destination. I wasn't sure which way to go.Although I knew I would enjoy the water, part of me liked the idea of speeding through. I didn't know which way to go.
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I dreamt that some friends were fishing. I really wasn't interested in fishing but felt like I was being a poor sport for not. I decided to go along with them, but not fish. We all went into an above ground pool and the guys had their gear on (wading boot/overalls) and my one friend brought his daughter with him and was going to teach her how to fish. They went into the pool and were casting their lines out into the grass. I didn't understand why they were doing this. This wasn't fishing. They daughter tried to cast, but the line would get caught at the edge of the pool or in the grass. I went to go help her untangle the line but I felt that there was no point. It was going to continue on being a mess and there was no opportunity to actually fish.
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I had been on a hike with some friends and I think my brother. We left from a farm which felt like my grandparent's farm. It had a feeling of comfort, ease, and security. We packed up and went for a long hike through which seemed like red rock, the kind you might see in monument valley but smoother, and the path was all next to a river. There were trees along the way, I remember eating cherries at one tree. It was a nice hike and I felt like I knew where I was going. We spent the night at one location and everyone had gone ahead. I knew this and or had agreed to it. It didn't feel bad or wrong. I was packing up my things but having a hard time concentrating. I would start packing, then clean up one section, then wonder if I should go to the bathroom, or if I should eat something, basically not getting any one thing done. It didn't feel good to be scattered. I also didn't know where I was going although I knew of some paths I could take. At one point I had a bird's eye view of the paths. One path was along the river and I could see it would take much longer. It wound back and forth and had water and trees which I like. The other path was very straight and through the canyon. It would be quick and direct to the destination. I wasn't sure which way to go.Although I knew I would enjoy the water, part of me liked the idea of speeding through. I didn't know which way to go.
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I dreamt that some friends were fishing. I really wasn't interested in fishing but felt like I was being a poor sport for not. I decided to go along with them, but not fish. We all went into an above ground pool and the guys had their gear on (wading boot/overalls) and my one friend brought his daughter with him and was going to teach her how to fish. They went into the pool and were casting their lines out into the grass. I didn't understand why they were doing this. This wasn't fishing. They daughter tried to cast, but the line would get caught at the edge of the pool or in the grass. I went to go help her untangle the line but I felt that there was no point. It was going to continue on being a mess and there was no opportunity to actually fish.
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