Uncategorized

I'm Mary Poppins without shoes.

There bright moons and very big, close stares in black night sky.

Boy said one moon had an image of a darlik on the surface. I looked at a photo on a wall of Thai big round moon/star and it did.

Boy wanted me to go with him to shed, across lush, cold, dew wet grass.

I was barefoot and aware that my feet were tender. I said, "dont make a bare foot Mary Poppins run over the cold wet grass. I am just getting over a cold and this might re-ignite it".

Then a man was there and supported me against this very active and robust young boy.

I forgot why the boy wanted me to run across the cold, wet lush grass at night, to visit the shed. It was very relevant.

I was not lucid. I do have soft, tingerly, neuropathic feet and I am getting over a cold.

Oops, just remembered, I got to get my chores done and see my doctor about the chest cold in less than 3 hours.

Got to stop trying to remember dream and get up.

The Grand Final
At 6am I woke out of a dream where I was in a department store cafe with people who felt like co workers.


I was scribbling numbers, in pencil on a slip of newspaper.


A good looking young man in a trendy suit came over to our table. Looking at me, he smiled, and tapping his clip-board, said:


"You have won the Grand Final"


I turned to those at the table with me and said:


"I will share half with you"


A young woman leaned toward me and said:


"It's not just the final that you won, He, said you won the Grand! final".


I woke, relaxed and happy, and slipped back to sleep.


Then I was with Mr Humphreys and that nice gay guy in "are you being served".


3 or 4 nice stylish suite's with trousers and shirts were arriving on strong coat hangers all crisp and clean from the dry cleaners.


Mr Humphrey's was happily trying on what fitted him and the nice gay guy was helping him.


I woke up at 8am happy.


Edit:


Oops


Mr Humphrey's IS the nice gay guy.


The other guy in my dream was:


Mr. Ernest Grainger, a 40-year veteran of Grace Brothers who often fell asleep on the job.

3:50am (Sat 25 June)Taxi, I say something, gangster gets out, driver lies on me like a protective blanket as I sleep he tells me what he'll say when gangster returns, he asks me to say,..., and take something, a sealed tin, out of the glove compartment, then he will say, ...

Gangster opens door and sits beside me I try to remember what to do and say.

Gangster takes what he is offered and leaves.

He is bad boss of taxies now. Must cater to him or leave the taxi business. That is not an option so give extortion stuff to him or he might kill.

Try 1 Thursday 18-May 6 am woke (garden variety) dreams.
WakeBackToBed, (garden variety dreams). "garden variety" means, nothing interesting so nothing to report. I'll go again tomorrow.