I dreamt I was a view blocks down from where I needed to be. I needed to be at a house up the hill a bit, but I wasn't sure where and for some reason I needed a vehicle to get there even though it was only about 4 blocks away. A woman with dark short hair, matronly type came by with a van and said she would take me. I felt fortunate and lucky with the timing. She reminded me of women that I knew, kind but uptight... kind of parched feeling with their life "force." We got into the car and started driving. Somehow I was also outside the car and at her house and met her daughter who was a teen with long medium brown hair and a soft presence. She seemed sweet, kind, curious and approachable. Someone that anyone would be pleasant to because she was pleasant and without barriers. Easy with with life but not in your face about it.
I was back in the van... it was brown and seemed like it was from the 70s. One of those vans with a porthole window on the side and open space in the back. Now a female couple was in the driver's seat and riding shotgun. The lady driving was roundy and had short brown hair and a makeupless face. She was nice as well. Her mate more of a sidekick, but the detailed flourishy part of the couple, while the driver was the trunk, the grounding. We were driving in the area up the hill and drove by a house that looked familiar. It was their home, and then I saw the house. It was white with black trip, two story 70s thing. I said that is it! and the roundy one's reactions were slow and the mate was preoccupied with something else, so neither saw it. Two block later she realized what I had said and they turned the car around. I was tense that we missed the house that we so easily could have stopped at, but it didn't make sense. It would take two seconds to get back to the house and it was found, so what was the big deal?
The house was right next to their house which was a medium gray brown, with a simple yard and a welcoming feel. I don't know why I had needed to find this black and white house initially and I didn't go to it after it being found. It seemed I ended up going to their home, through their garage.. and back to the outside yard, which was supposed to be the backyard, although it looked down over the hill, which was actually the direction of the front yard. It felt nice being up on a hill and looking down, no obstructions, just sky and view.
There were a lot of people in the back, all seemed to be busy with something, not necessarily productive. Some were playing with something to preoccupy themselves, others seemed to be canning under the overhang in a sort of outdoor kitchen. They were either family or friends, but they all seemed close to each other... all connected.
The people sitting in the yard were in lawn chairs, all facing down the hill as if something was going to be viewed, an outdoor film? I sat down on the ground facing in the same direction. There was grass near it, but also sandy earth... well mainly like a sandy beach. In my dream memory, I had been there before and had done the same thing I was about to do.. which was dig a little ... trench type thing for water to flow down.. I used my hand to make an angled line behind me and then turned 45 degrees to go perpendicular to the yard's end. Then the water started to flow, just like last time, not much... but just enough to carry sand with it and uncover things. I was noticing if I was going to bother the others with this, the trench, the water... as well as keep it out of the way of their feet so the water could do its job.
It was working. I first found tiny tins, very old. They seemed like they were for a salve or maybe tiny pills back in the victorian era. I grabbed a handful of them to take up to the ladies that were canning. I wanted them to bask in the magicalness of the found treasure, but they were not as excited as I was. I went back to find more things... some old parts of a car? an album? other miscellaneous items that were treasures to me because they told a story, they were special.
I was back in the van... it was brown and seemed like it was from the 70s. One of those vans with a porthole window on the side and open space in the back. Now a female couple was in the driver's seat and riding shotgun. The lady driving was roundy and had short brown hair and a makeupless face. She was nice as well. Her mate more of a sidekick, but the detailed flourishy part of the couple, while the driver was the trunk, the grounding. We were driving in the area up the hill and drove by a house that looked familiar. It was their home, and then I saw the house. It was white with black trip, two story 70s thing. I said that is it! and the roundy one's reactions were slow and the mate was preoccupied with something else, so neither saw it. Two block later she realized what I had said and they turned the car around. I was tense that we missed the house that we so easily could have stopped at, but it didn't make sense. It would take two seconds to get back to the house and it was found, so what was the big deal?
The house was right next to their house which was a medium gray brown, with a simple yard and a welcoming feel. I don't know why I had needed to find this black and white house initially and I didn't go to it after it being found. It seemed I ended up going to their home, through their garage.. and back to the outside yard, which was supposed to be the backyard, although it looked down over the hill, which was actually the direction of the front yard. It felt nice being up on a hill and looking down, no obstructions, just sky and view.
There were a lot of people in the back, all seemed to be busy with something, not necessarily productive. Some were playing with something to preoccupy themselves, others seemed to be canning under the overhang in a sort of outdoor kitchen. They were either family or friends, but they all seemed close to each other... all connected.
The people sitting in the yard were in lawn chairs, all facing down the hill as if something was going to be viewed, an outdoor film? I sat down on the ground facing in the same direction. There was grass near it, but also sandy earth... well mainly like a sandy beach. In my dream memory, I had been there before and had done the same thing I was about to do.. which was dig a little ... trench type thing for water to flow down.. I used my hand to make an angled line behind me and then turned 45 degrees to go perpendicular to the yard's end. Then the water started to flow, just like last time, not much... but just enough to carry sand with it and uncover things. I was noticing if I was going to bother the others with this, the trench, the water... as well as keep it out of the way of their feet so the water could do its job.
It was working. I first found tiny tins, very old. They seemed like they were for a salve or maybe tiny pills back in the victorian era. I grabbed a handful of them to take up to the ladies that were canning. I wanted them to bask in the magicalness of the found treasure, but they were not as excited as I was. I went back to find more things... some old parts of a car? an album? other miscellaneous items that were treasures to me because they told a story, they were special.
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