My first submission of a dream
This morning I dreamed I was in the Bahamas. I was on the beach at night time. It was beautiful the sky was dark and I could see the strung lights across the beach as the natives/tourists had decorated them. The view was of the ocean, a ship, and past the ship were the lights of Miami or Lauderdale.
I was in awe of its beauty. I knew this view was not possible in real life time.
I took the time to enjoy and it filled me with wonder and joy.
I was all of sudden back in my room, apparently an apartment or room at a hotel. I'm not sure which. My female roommate told me it was time to pack and get ready to go back. We were leaving in the early morning. I started packing and then we started drinking champagne. All went dark and the next scene was when I arrived on land with other people in a car. I realized I had not finished packing. I had a steamer trunk along with more luggage that I had left. I had not even packed my clothes and belongings. I panicked or had concern that I had left it all in the Bahamas. A man with me consoled me and had concern for me. I asked if there were a flight going back. He said not today. I asked if we could hire a private charter. I just had to get my belongings. He gave me an impression that all would be okay. He consoled me mentally, emotionally, and in a physical way.
We arrived at a house where the gentleman helped me into his home. He was behind me pressing me forward in a loving way. We were lifted up to the house in the air not walking. Felt normal to me. He said he hoped that I would enjoy his home. He had to leave for some reason. I believed that it was for work. I didn't see him again.
Our driver, or the man's driver, told me that I was a very lucky person to have ______ Mayer/Mayar to like me as he did. He had great respect for his employer He gave the first name of the man but I don't remember it. It was not John for sure. lol He was a nice looking man. He had dark. wavy hair and was about 5'7". I'm only 4' 10".
His home was an old victorian. It had old furniture not updated in anyway with the exception of a counter/bar where there were people in the center of the living room having food and drink. They were very happy and felt at home. I thought to myself what a nice person to help people and have all of us in his home. I felt safe.
Any interpretations out there?:sleepmeditate2:
