Just as something important was about to happen in my dream, my alarm went off leaving me with unanswered questions.
Was I riding in a large hay wagon because when I was cooking the organic edamame spaghetti for dinner last night it reminded me of hay? While on the wagon I saw an entire house being moved one lot over. I kept waiting for the sound of creaking wood, breaking glass, a sound to indicate that something major had just occurred, but there was only silence.
Then I thought I would give someone a gift of shoes and tried to remember if I ever knew the size. Was this because I had read an article about a woman who felt so moved at the sight of a homeless woman that she traded boots with her? I then realized the person had moved and I would not be riding by her house in the hay wagon--as if that had become my new mode of transportation!
The wagon lurched to a halt at some unfamiliar destination and I was suddenly barefoot and walking on mossy rocks, careful to not fall into the water on every side. I had no idea where I was or where I was going--only that the moss was soft and bright green. Looking up I saw a beautiful stone house overflowing with people. Inside was a long wooden table covered with an amazing feast. I did not hesitate to join in the festivities.
Later as I went exploring, I found a large room filled with household supplies next to a shower room. Some of the other people were excited by that but I was much more taken with an antique box that I somehow found a key for and opened to discover old sewing items--a needle and thread kit, a package of old snaps and buttons and other stuff underneath I did not have time to examine as I suddenly realized the others had gone and I was in need of a way back to wherever it was I had travelled. By the time I returned to the main room and looked out the doorway, I saw horses and wagons leaving. I looked for familiar faces and found none. I was alone, yet not afraid.
As for the rest of the dream, I do not know if I found a ride or decided to stay. Had I gone back in time or was I visiting Mackinac Island?
Expectations--maybe that was what my dream was about. Maybe the contents of the old box were calling out for me to get back to sewing. Or maybe this dream is the result of eating organic edamame spaghetti.
Was I riding in a large hay wagon because when I was cooking the organic edamame spaghetti for dinner last night it reminded me of hay? While on the wagon I saw an entire house being moved one lot over. I kept waiting for the sound of creaking wood, breaking glass, a sound to indicate that something major had just occurred, but there was only silence.
Then I thought I would give someone a gift of shoes and tried to remember if I ever knew the size. Was this because I had read an article about a woman who felt so moved at the sight of a homeless woman that she traded boots with her? I then realized the person had moved and I would not be riding by her house in the hay wagon--as if that had become my new mode of transportation!
The wagon lurched to a halt at some unfamiliar destination and I was suddenly barefoot and walking on mossy rocks, careful to not fall into the water on every side. I had no idea where I was or where I was going--only that the moss was soft and bright green. Looking up I saw a beautiful stone house overflowing with people. Inside was a long wooden table covered with an amazing feast. I did not hesitate to join in the festivities.
Later as I went exploring, I found a large room filled with household supplies next to a shower room. Some of the other people were excited by that but I was much more taken with an antique box that I somehow found a key for and opened to discover old sewing items--a needle and thread kit, a package of old snaps and buttons and other stuff underneath I did not have time to examine as I suddenly realized the others had gone and I was in need of a way back to wherever it was I had travelled. By the time I returned to the main room and looked out the doorway, I saw horses and wagons leaving. I looked for familiar faces and found none. I was alone, yet not afraid.
As for the rest of the dream, I do not know if I found a ride or decided to stay. Had I gone back in time or was I visiting Mackinac Island?
Expectations--maybe that was what my dream was about. Maybe the contents of the old box were calling out for me to get back to sewing. Or maybe this dream is the result of eating organic edamame spaghetti.
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