I've been very busy IRL & had 2 of my grandkids all weekend so I've been rather busy & then I had to sleep a lot Monday & Tuesday because I pushed myself too hard this weekend. But I did have a whole lot of fun! Not much by way of dreams due to my pain meds. ***I was living in a cabin in the woods. I'm asleep & think Mike is in the room but instead it's my mom. She said she just dropped by cuz her & my dad were driving through in their RV. I told her I could make her some coffee & I looked into the refrigerator to find something to feed her. I said "hey, there is some beer in here if you want some." I say this half talking to myself & become lucid because Mike & I don't drink alcohol. There wouldn't be beer anywhere we would be staying. I say out loud "we don't drink anymore". I then notice that the fridge is almost bare & the food looks old. Almost in shock I look up on the top shelf & then lean into the fridge because I see there is no "top" of the fridge & I only see the cabinets above it. She tells me she is going into town for food. I'm still contemplating the fridge, kind of in awe. I laugh because I'm thinking, "well isn't this a strange dream!" I realize she is still talking as she leaves & adds "dad is out off doing something" just as I am wondering where he is. I go out the sliding door & I'm on a deck looking out & see a huge tree. I walk down & look at it in wonder. I know it's the magical tree from the book I'm reading. This is so cool!! I then look to the right of the tree & there is a limo. I open the door & my mom is sitting in the back seat behind the drivers side putting her feet up on the back of the passenger seat. I start laughing because I just saw a woman do this in a show I watched & my mom is all slim now like she was when I was a kid. I got woke up by Meesha Cat so I'm disappointed that I didn't get to play w/ the magic tree! **I was w/ a group of gypsies. I've been watching a series w/ gypsies & werewolves. I am in a kitchen sorting plants so that we don't eat the poisonous ones. The man in charge gives me a compliment & said "Now that's how people should be." He was talking about me caring about others & not just myself. **I was in a school where ppl were turning into dust after they ad found ways to invest money to make money to sustain an income instead of working. This was to free up time to enjoy life. They were sharing in detail how to do this but I couldn't catch all of how to do that. I had come in toward the end of the conversation. The leader & his followers would turn back to dust afterwards. Apparently this happened often here. I walked around the school inside & outside when they appeared out of thin air again. But unfortunately Meesha Cat woke me up.
Most of the general items and fashions in this dream appear to be from the mid to late 1800s, though most of the transportation machines that appear look like they came from the 1930s-40s. I am a Gypsy and travelling but do not know my destination. I appear to be in my late teens and have nothing with me except for the ragged brown dress and light blue handknit sweater I am wearing. My meager worldy possessions are in a faded green corderoy bag. I am alone and very pregnant. I do not know where the father is as he is never mentioned in the dream. I feel mistrustful of most of the people that appear in this dream, as well as unfairly judged by them because of my youth and pregnancy. At the beginning of this dream I am sitting in a glass bus terminal on a deserted road in the middle of nowhere. It is night time and raining hard. The only nearby lighting is old fashioned oil burning street lamp which really does not supply a lot of light. Beyond the immaediate area around the lamp and a little bit inside the terminal everything is utterly, pitch black. I can see faint yellow and red lights flickering in the distance, but I have no idea what they are. I am waiting for a bus that will take me to a nearby port. There lies a ship that I know I am supposed to board but I do not know how because I have neither money nor a ticket. After a while of sitting a bus does come along and it appears that it came from the 1950s or early 60s. There are several unsavory looking men taking up most of the seats at the front of the bus so I head to the empty seats at the back. They all stop talking and leer at me as I walk by which makes me feel nervous and fearful. The bus is well lit and clean and I stare out the window as it travels, though I can still see nothing through the darkness outside. I am uncomfortably aware of the men at the front talking quietly amongst themselves then shooting leering glances in my direction and laughing coarsely. The bus arrives at the port and all of the passengers disembark. It then turns around and drives back the way it came, eventually disappearing into the darkness. The lighting of the port is dim but much better than at the bus stop. The only ship in the port is docked beside the only building, which is multistoried, made of concrete and painted white. I am not sure exactly where to go so I cautiously follow the group of men who also disembarked from the bus, but they do not head towards the ship like I hope and instead go to a pickup truck parked on the far side of port and drive off. There is a large group of people outside a set of glass doors and they appear to also be Gypsies seeking passage on the ship. A man with a goatee and dressed in a black navy uniform stands between the people and the door and is telling everyone that they cannot board the ship. Many of the Gypsies hand the man wads of cash or jewelry and he quickly waves them inside. It is not long before most of the people are inside and the few who were rejected linger around the port. The rain no longer pours and slows down to a gentle trickle. An elderly Gypsy couple arrive late and convince the man at the door to let me in along with them. He accepts only when they produce an acceptable bribe. Once on the ship we join with the rest of the Gypsies and are told that there is no rooms available and the only space available is on the floor in secluded halls and storage rooms or out on the deck. Everyone scrambles to find space inside and the few unlucky ones who have to go out onto the deck try to find spots out of the wind and rain. Because we are the last ones to board, the elderly couple and I try to make ourselves comfortable undernearth a lifeboat, but it is hard to crawl under for them because of their age, and for me becuase of my bulging belly. I do not know how much time passes, but the ship is far out at sea and though it is still dark, the ambient lighting of the scene allows me to see practically everything. The rain has stopped but the temperature drops drastically, almost to the point where I can see my breath. I am laying on the open deck looking up at the sky. It is overcast with thick, dark grey and maroon coloured clouds. I stand up and look over the rail. The water is choppy and dark, and I can see icebergs in the distance all around the ship. An old man who looks like the captain of the Titanic (as portrayed by Bernard Hill in James Cameron's film) dressed in a white and blue navy uniform comes out and asks me if I would like to sleep inside. When I say yes he takes me to a room with eight cots in it. The small beds look like hospital gurneys and have lime green burlap blankets on them. The room is devoid of people but seven of the beds look like they have been slept in and have bags and coats thrown around nearby I recognize the possessions as Gypsy in origin. There is one bed left and it is in the far corner of the room against the wall. I lay down upon it, using my corderoy bag as a pillow, and fall asleep almost immediately. I have a dream within a dream. I am sitting on a bench outside of the white building back at the port when an old fashioned pickup truck drives up and stops in front of me. The leering men on the bus are in the truck and they try to convince me to get in with them. I say no and try to ignore them, but two jump out of the back of the truck and grab me by the arms and try to force me into the vehicle. I kick and scream and out of nowhere a police officer with short black hair and dressed in a modern uniform appears and tells the men to let me go. He then warns them to leave and not come back. The leering men get back into their truck and mumble angrily as they drive off. The police officer encourages me to keep going on my journey before disappearing as mysteriously as he appeared. I wake up to a room filled with people. The other Gypsies have returned and most of them are not happy to see me as they paid heavily in bribes to get into that room and I was given a bed for free. Some of them also vocalize their disapproval of the shame of me being a single unwed mother, especially one travelling alone, but they speak to each other and not address me directly. I ignore their jeers and go out to visit the kind elderly couple on the deck, but they are nowhere to be found. It is still dark and icebergs still surround the ship but there are more of them and they are much closer. The ship seems to be heading for a large featureless landscape in the distance that looks like either a beach with cliffs or a glacier.
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