I dreamt that I was at my grandmother's house. Not her real home. It was near a mountain side and it was snowy. It felt like there was no one in the house and I decided to go cross country skiing. Then I saw a man showing how to cross country ski. It was as if I was watching one of those cooking shows, but for cross country. First I was seeing him from a distance and then it was as though I was seeing through his eyes at his feet and how to move in the snow. I decided to go towards him up the hill. There were a few trees here and there and a small rabbit hopped out in front. I'm not sure any of this felt good. I wanted to learn, but part of it was about getting away, so that motivation tainted how I paid attention to the activity. I wasn't doing well due to it and this sense of urgency and stress of needing to get away.
Then I was back in the house and I had to go to some dinner thing. My norm was to wear black, but I went through my closet (which was my closet as a little girl) and decided on a blue and white fitted gingham dress. I knew I would feel good in it and some part of me wanted to not be put into a pre-assumed box. I went to the table where I was to sit. There were many, like in a wedding, with floral centerpieces etc. The one I was to sit at, the guy there had moved the flowers because he wanted to show everyone something. I was a little disappointed. The nice feeling of a pretty table was gone and it felt empty and ruined.
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Then I dreamt that I was on a date with some man from South America or Mexico. He was tall, polite, nicely dressed. I was being polite back. I didn't feel comfortable on this date because with each step, word and movement, I knew that he was trying to woo me and it wasn't going to work. Not because he wasn't worthy. I just didn't get wooed in that way. I wanted a friend, not charisma. He kept on talking and he had a camera and said he would like to take my photo. We had walked to a playground and there were see saws and monkey bars, but also a large painted plywood moon. He asked if I would get on top of the moon for the photo. I looked and it didn't seem like it was possible, but I tried anyway to be agreeable. I climbed on some wooden bleachers. Stepping around a sticky mess someone had left, glad to have seen it. I seemed to have climbed up to the correct height but when I looked at the moon, I was still a distance away, let alone, there was no place to stand or sit. I looked for my friend. I could see him a distance away between the trees in the park. He was arguing with someone. I figured that would be my perfect excuse not to date him, because of agression or something similar. Then I looked down. There were four middle aged Mexican men sitting equal distance apart on the ground facing the moon. They had been having a quiet discussion the whole time as if they were wise men. One looked at me and asked, "Do you have a confession?" I thought about it, I didn't think so and told them so. Although now it would be running in the back of my mind to make sure.
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Then dreamt about finding a consigment shop...
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Then I dreamt that that my sister (which I don't have) was going to marry a very wealthy man.We were young, I was maybe 12 and she younger. I did't feel excited for her or not excited. It was just something that was to be done and it seemed normal. The only thing that wasn't is that we didn't come from a wealthy family. We approached his door and it was as if the "camera" pulled back to go up to the top of the house, looking at the stained glass windows and back down again. Someone let us in to a lobby. The Robbin Williams person wasn't there yet. There was a place to put our coats and then we both decided to use the ladies room. It was very fancy and very large with many items for our use like lotions, perfumes and they were in sample size so that we could take them. He even had spare thigh high stockings available. I took a pare of sheer navy ones with tiny dots and put them in my pocket. My sister took a small chap stick. We left the bathroom and our parents were milling around in the lobby. There were many things to look at. He even had a directory as if we were in a mall. We looked at one of the kiosk type things in the middle. It had modern fashions from different countries hanging with a sign with prices in many different currencies. It was exciting and I couldn't wait to see the rest.
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Then I dreamt that I was going to attend a wedding. It was downtown and I had parked behind my Dad on the street. I felt pretty luck to have found the spot. Then it jumped to the wedding being over and I was with my Step Mom looking for their car in a multi-story carpark. The building's walls were red on the in side. We walked in our fancy garb around and around, but couldn't find the car. I told her we should actually look at each car and do it systematically as we were walking to fast (somehow) to see everything. Then on our way back down to do this, I realized that we had parked on the street. It was as though it was the next day because we were worried that the car would be towed or we would have a ticket. Then I remembered we parked late on a Sunday and it was now MLK day, so we would be fine. How lucky.
Then I was back in the house and I had to go to some dinner thing. My norm was to wear black, but I went through my closet (which was my closet as a little girl) and decided on a blue and white fitted gingham dress. I knew I would feel good in it and some part of me wanted to not be put into a pre-assumed box. I went to the table where I was to sit. There were many, like in a wedding, with floral centerpieces etc. The one I was to sit at, the guy there had moved the flowers because he wanted to show everyone something. I was a little disappointed. The nice feeling of a pretty table was gone and it felt empty and ruined.
_______
Then I dreamt that I was on a date with some man from South America or Mexico. He was tall, polite, nicely dressed. I was being polite back. I didn't feel comfortable on this date because with each step, word and movement, I knew that he was trying to woo me and it wasn't going to work. Not because he wasn't worthy. I just didn't get wooed in that way. I wanted a friend, not charisma. He kept on talking and he had a camera and said he would like to take my photo. We had walked to a playground and there were see saws and monkey bars, but also a large painted plywood moon. He asked if I would get on top of the moon for the photo. I looked and it didn't seem like it was possible, but I tried anyway to be agreeable. I climbed on some wooden bleachers. Stepping around a sticky mess someone had left, glad to have seen it. I seemed to have climbed up to the correct height but when I looked at the moon, I was still a distance away, let alone, there was no place to stand or sit. I looked for my friend. I could see him a distance away between the trees in the park. He was arguing with someone. I figured that would be my perfect excuse not to date him, because of agression or something similar. Then I looked down. There were four middle aged Mexican men sitting equal distance apart on the ground facing the moon. They had been having a quiet discussion the whole time as if they were wise men. One looked at me and asked, "Do you have a confession?" I thought about it, I didn't think so and told them so. Although now it would be running in the back of my mind to make sure.
____
Then dreamt about finding a consigment shop...
___
Then I dreamt that that my sister (which I don't have) was going to marry a very wealthy man.We were young, I was maybe 12 and she younger. I did't feel excited for her or not excited. It was just something that was to be done and it seemed normal. The only thing that wasn't is that we didn't come from a wealthy family. We approached his door and it was as if the "camera" pulled back to go up to the top of the house, looking at the stained glass windows and back down again. Someone let us in to a lobby. The Robbin Williams person wasn't there yet. There was a place to put our coats and then we both decided to use the ladies room. It was very fancy and very large with many items for our use like lotions, perfumes and they were in sample size so that we could take them. He even had spare thigh high stockings available. I took a pare of sheer navy ones with tiny dots and put them in my pocket. My sister took a small chap stick. We left the bathroom and our parents were milling around in the lobby. There were many things to look at. He even had a directory as if we were in a mall. We looked at one of the kiosk type things in the middle. It had modern fashions from different countries hanging with a sign with prices in many different currencies. It was exciting and I couldn't wait to see the rest.
_____
Then I dreamt that I was going to attend a wedding. It was downtown and I had parked behind my Dad on the street. I felt pretty luck to have found the spot. Then it jumped to the wedding being over and I was with my Step Mom looking for their car in a multi-story carpark. The building's walls were red on the in side. We walked in our fancy garb around and around, but couldn't find the car. I told her we should actually look at each car and do it systematically as we were walking to fast (somehow) to see everything. Then on our way back down to do this, I realized that we had parked on the street. It was as though it was the next day because we were worried that the car would be towed or we would have a ticket. Then I remembered we parked late on a Sunday and it was now MLK day, so we would be fine. How lucky.
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