So, about this dream I remember from last night; I'm living in a community that was enclosed under a bubble of blue skies and sunshine. When I looked up I knew it wasn't a true sky, but I didn't care, it was beautiful. The homes were a Craftsman Style (my favorite - nothing at all like my house or the houses in my neighborhood) and there was a cluster of tall trees and a sweet, little playground.
I was walking to, what I understood to be, my home. It was a populated area and the people that were walking toward me were some that I know in my awake world. They would start a conversation with me but continue to walk in their direction making it necessary for me to turn around if I wanted to hear them. They would keep walking their way, I would keep walking mine because I wanted to get to my house. They just kept talking and walking. Me, just walking - away.
This happened about three times. I remember one person being a child from my daughters school. The next person was the Principal from school. I can't remember if I recognized the third person. All I know is that I kept thinking, 'If these people really wanted to talk to me why do they keep walking away? I'm not going to stop what I'm doing if they just keep walking away.'
I kept walking, up a slight incline, looking at the beautiful sky and wanting to be in my pretty home.
Hmm...
What's it all mean?
I was walking to, what I understood to be, my home. It was a populated area and the people that were walking toward me were some that I know in my awake world. They would start a conversation with me but continue to walk in their direction making it necessary for me to turn around if I wanted to hear them. They would keep walking their way, I would keep walking mine because I wanted to get to my house. They just kept talking and walking. Me, just walking - away.
This happened about three times. I remember one person being a child from my daughters school. The next person was the Principal from school. I can't remember if I recognized the third person. All I know is that I kept thinking, 'If these people really wanted to talk to me why do they keep walking away? I'm not going to stop what I'm doing if they just keep walking away.'
I kept walking, up a slight incline, looking at the beautiful sky and wanting to be in my pretty home.
Hmm...
What's it all mean?