I went shopping to a bookstore just as it opened. It’s carpeted. Feels even like it could be in a school. I know one of the things I bought besides books, was a wall clock for Emma-Jo. I’m not carrying a purse. It’s a canvas tote bag with straps. I wish I could remember the books I bought!!….But I can’t. I do think that one or two were ones I had bought before that I wanted to have nice copies of.
Flying from Montreal/Munich. Long flight. Took me a while to finally fall off to sleep. You have no idea how many times in the 39years I have heard dreamers describe how they arrive at the exam room in high school and have no pen, or forgot their material…can’t open their locker…can’t get to the classroom, etc. So funny how I have never had that common dream. Well Montreal/Munich on my way to Amsterdam was finally my turn to experience the experience I hear from so many clients.
I dreamed I was standing at a bus stop on Queen Mary Road. I had laid out a piece of cream colored carpet so a few women who were coming off the bus could see it and hopefully buy it. And it’s not even a carpet you’d put down on the floor (unless at the door) to wipe your feet. It’s just a cut of a carpet, and a lousy cut at that! It’s shaped like a messy, uneven triangle. I have price stickers on the back of it. The price was 39.99. The forst woman looks at it and offers me 40-something dollars. I am so happy I say to her, “I’m sure you’re the one who is going to get it.”
Two days ago I dreamed of a tsunami. I was walking on the beach with Emma-Jo. We went down a hill of sand to a place where there were windows. We are outside the building near the line of windows but walking nearer the windows than the ocean. Suddenly the waves are so high that…