Two mornings in a row I’ve dreamt – strange, complicated dreams filled with symbolism and a sense of wonder.
Yesterday, living with Clay, and he, trying to make particular things, events happen; me a little hesitant – not knowing if it was such a good idea (much like reality, really), finality comes as we are sitting in a lounge room, watching TV and he starts talking about it yet again. I simply stood up, and walked out the door, realizing I was in London, and jumped on a passing Tram, (!), to begin another adventure, this time, on my own again. [I think part of that dream was a reference to a book I have just finished reading. Not merely suggestion, but a clue, suggested.]
This morning, I was alone in a crowded shopping mall, searching through my pockets, when I found a key I didn’t recognize. Definitely a key to something special, I believed that the lock was somewhere nearby. As I started trying every door I could find, unsuccessfully, a woman in a security uniform tapped me on the shoulder, looked at the key and said, “You have to go to ‘Personal Services’. They’ll check your identity, let you in, and then you have to find the door that is yours.” I turned and started heading towards ‘Personal Services’, and as I started walking, Ann grabbed me by the arm, and led me, skipping, and lifting my arm higher as we went, till eventually, I was on the tips of my toes, like a ballerina on points, almost flying. I had just caught sight of the door to Personal Services, when my alarm started beeping…