I dreamt that I lived in a small neighborhood and maybe in the 40s or 50s. Not due to the actual date, or clothing, but it felt like a nicer time. Neighbors knew each other, you helped each other out, you knew the name of the clerks at the market and they knew you. It felt really nice and at ease.
There was a meat market down the street and I think I and a friend were supposed to work there to help out. Or maybe he was helping us out. It was something to do. I had a big round of sausage that was more like the size of a wheel of cheese, it was warm and I knew I shouldn't have taken it out for so long.. not sure why I had it. I brought it back to the market and stacked it on top of the other sausage rounds. The market man turned from an older balding Italian looking fellow, to a rounder, pale, small nosed fella. He was showing me his new idea for advertising. He was standing behind the counter at his shop and posed for a second, then I could see a blank space to the left of him, as if it was hanging in mid air.. a rectangle that was green and another smaller one on his right. It blanked out what was going on behind the counter, but still was framed with hanging meats. I said oh yes... good idea. You can use those space for writing anything you need for a new ad and can use it over and over. I'm not sure if he heard all of my positive reinforcement of his idea, but I knew he was happy and that is all that mattered.
I was looking at his counter... my friend and I both agreed that he needed a pigs head at the end to make it look festive.
My friend and I continued on to a large flea type market. It was kind of a large Goodwill but different. It had some new clothes, some vintage and all very organized, yet more warehouse-like. I saw all of these little boy's parkas and I thought my friend should come and look.. but thought again.
Then there was a bunch of golden colored military clothing hanging. All of it was in good condition. I was showing my friend. He didn't seem interested and then said I wouldn't wear anything like that. I thought it was a pity. It was a nice design.
Then I was sitting with my mom. We were going through old photos. There was one of a boxer dog. We looked at it as if it was one of ours a long time back, how sweet, etc. etc.
Then some of my grandpa and I. We were having a good time in these photos. They were not flattering pics, but the feeling behind them, the great conversation, the smiles, they were happy pics. It was almost as if it was a small film, each photo was like that of the next frame, and you could see on our faces that we were recognizing that someone was taking the photos although we still were facing each other. The last photo we were both facing the camera as if to surprise the photo taker. My mom and I both laughed and it was as if everything was healed.
Then I was on a bed.. laying on my stomach... was I still with the same friend? not sure. We were both laying there.. he was doing his tech work... I was?? bored.
There was a meat market down the street and I think I and a friend were supposed to work there to help out. Or maybe he was helping us out. It was something to do. I had a big round of sausage that was more like the size of a wheel of cheese, it was warm and I knew I shouldn't have taken it out for so long.. not sure why I had it. I brought it back to the market and stacked it on top of the other sausage rounds. The market man turned from an older balding Italian looking fellow, to a rounder, pale, small nosed fella. He was showing me his new idea for advertising. He was standing behind the counter at his shop and posed for a second, then I could see a blank space to the left of him, as if it was hanging in mid air.. a rectangle that was green and another smaller one on his right. It blanked out what was going on behind the counter, but still was framed with hanging meats. I said oh yes... good idea. You can use those space for writing anything you need for a new ad and can use it over and over. I'm not sure if he heard all of my positive reinforcement of his idea, but I knew he was happy and that is all that mattered.
I was looking at his counter... my friend and I both agreed that he needed a pigs head at the end to make it look festive.
My friend and I continued on to a large flea type market. It was kind of a large Goodwill but different. It had some new clothes, some vintage and all very organized, yet more warehouse-like. I saw all of these little boy's parkas and I thought my friend should come and look.. but thought again.
Then there was a bunch of golden colored military clothing hanging. All of it was in good condition. I was showing my friend. He didn't seem interested and then said I wouldn't wear anything like that. I thought it was a pity. It was a nice design.
Then I was sitting with my mom. We were going through old photos. There was one of a boxer dog. We looked at it as if it was one of ours a long time back, how sweet, etc. etc.
Then some of my grandpa and I. We were having a good time in these photos. They were not flattering pics, but the feeling behind them, the great conversation, the smiles, they were happy pics. It was almost as if it was a small film, each photo was like that of the next frame, and you could see on our faces that we were recognizing that someone was taking the photos although we still were facing each other. The last photo we were both facing the camera as if to surprise the photo taker. My mom and I both laughed and it was as if everything was healed.
Then I was on a bed.. laying on my stomach... was I still with the same friend? not sure. We were both laying there.. he was doing his tech work... I was?? bored.
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