It has been said that it would serve me well to keep a dream journal. Well, I’m completely not into that. I’ll never do it. It would sit next to my bed collecting dust. So, I’m going to try a ‘dream blog’. I’m sure I’ll be just as diligent with this as I would a dream journal.
It starts out with me in a not so great neighborhood. Not a bad one, just not so great. I’m walking around, going no where in particular. Then I realize I have to be somewhere. I’m very upset that I’m not going to make it on time.
Oddly, I have 3 vases to clean out. So, as I’m concerned about not being on time, I have to clean out these 3 vases. They are glass, and big. Wide opening at the top. They had Stargazer Lillies in them. (which is my favorite flower). There were just pieces of some petals in the vases, not any dead flowers.
So, I proceeded to clean out the vases, in the middle of the street. I was filling them up with water, and then dumping the water down the street, which happened to be a hill. All this time I’m full of anxiety because I have to hurry.
Somehow, there is a train. I have to get the vases on the train. (I know, weird!) There are two guys near the door of the train. They tell me to throw them the vases, one at a time, and they’ll get them on the train for me. So I do. Then one was not caught, and it somehow bounced back to me, landed in the street, but didn’t break. It was amazing it didn’t break. (then, there was no more train/vase issue)
When it didn’t break, I realized that the street was now made of ice and snow. (end of vase-it just disappeared) It was a big hill. There was another person with me. Someone I didn’t know. Male. He was wearing things you would wear skiing. Snow pants, ski jacket, sunglasses, hat, gloves. Then, I realized I was wearing similar clothing.
Then, he jumped and started sliding down the street, as if on a toboggan, but not on anything. Just his body going down the hilly street. Then, the street became much much longer and more hilly. I followed, and started sledding down the hill also. It was so much fun. I didn’t want it to end. The hills and speed were exhilarating. We seemed to go down this hilly street for hours. It would would turn into different streets, and the snow and ice was spectacular. I had nothing but freedom all around me. Like a bird in the sky. I could go anywhere.
Then, I was back home. It was the house I live at now, just a bit different. The layout was a little different, and it was just me and the boys. I was home, the boys were not home. They were playing somewhere outside. I needed to make them dinner. I found some pasta salad in the refrigerator and some steaks. That was dinner.
Apparently, I had my own business out of my house. I didn’t know this until someone came in for my services. I became aware that I had a home office when this person came in. I just ‘knew’ he was a client. Apparently, I had an advertising agency. He sat down, I got him some coffee with cream.
The only thing that went through my mind from when he walked in and until I woke up was the fact that he was absolutely hot. Male underwear model hot. Unbelievably good looking man. Jaw dropping hot.
I found out he was Spanish, from Spain. That totally explained the dark features and olive skin.
Then I woke up.