I had an interesting dream last night. My recollection begins at a bazaar of some kind, one that feels like either a school or church program which involved several dozen people. Initially, I enter the scene viewing many tables and booths in which participants are selling a variety of items, some handcrafted goods, childrens hats and mittens, homemade potholders, wooden carvings, walking sticks and such. I found myself attracted to a particularly unusual pair of leather-seeming pants that laced up or buttoned up the sides, which I found to be unique, although I didnt purchase them. The seller held them up for me and I just marveled and complimented him on their lovely craftsmanship and their uniqueness. As I viewed the many tables and displays, I found my attention drawn to a certain individual with the most kind and almost glowing countenance, one familiar to me, but far off in another area of the assembly, but we made eye contact in the dream sequence, once at this point, and also in what i perceived as the next day. I became disoriented when the dream morphed into what seemed to be the next day, because I had not, to my recollection, gathered up my unsold wares, and found myself cooking in this new segment, creating what I can only describe as some type of jam or something like applesauce, in a food processor, in the same space as had been my assortment of products for sale the previous day. Then, all of the booths and tables changed, and I was being-or feeling -surrounded by people and a movement of the group into a formation like an assembly for a speech, and others were moving into my space, which I felt as an encroachment. A small boy came and stuck his finger into the jam and tasted a finger full, making a strange face when I asked him not to do that. Then for some reason, I was told I needed to find the man with the warm smile, as he was some type of authority, but a very beloved by all and genuinely loving individual, as a shepherd of the flock or fold, perhaps. I sought him out amongst the now crowded space and found him not. I stepped through a door I was directed to, and what I beheld was odd-seeming. It was not unlike a glass enclosure one can not see into, which is an office, and i could hear women talking, and I stood there for quite some time, seemingly unnoticed. Finally I cleared my throat and asked for help, feeling almost like I had done something wrong in just being there. One of the women somewhat brusquely stated that I had to find the same man Id seen the day before, before they could help me, but passed me something that made me think of an admission ticket. Shortly thereafter I saw the man again, again from a distance, but, much closer, and smiling even more warmly this time, creating a feeling of deep acceptance within me... then I awoke.
Posted on: Sun, 23 Mar 2014 14:42:45 +0000
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