Dreams, of odd repetition
Running, everything is brown, looking for something, run through one field and it turns green, run through another and it turns green. Find an area that is … wet, finally found somewhere....
a road, I turn down it, somewhere i've been before, yet different. Another person turns down the road in an old truck, and the people at the house turn and yell at him, I turn and yell at him, repeating myself several times, he has to go this way, and he asks if he can get his truck down there. I turn and look at steps and tell him, yes, it will go. I tell him twice, he has to go this way, not across the greens. He turns, I turn and head down the steps. … steps... I see a slope that the old truck can make it down. People from the house have come up the slope to help the guy get his truck down easier, why did I think the truck could come down steps?
I head down to the house. Yes, I have been here before in dreams, it is familiar, yet different. The guy's truck is very old, the front almost looks like the front of an old, propeller, hand-crank, yet it's a fold away crank around the circular front. Some old guy has just GOT to try it, no matter his frail age, yes this a very frail , old truck .
It gets down the hill, i'm already down the hill and inside the building. It's an old garage, almost like cars drove through the building, or something. Yes, i've been in this house before, this time i'm told to help open the door so the truck can get in. there is something odd about the place, some woman is going around singing and doing something about pink? A spoiled child had brought her along from her room. The door opens, the vehicle is brought in, it looks like it can drive into the rest of the house if things are turned, as there are things to turn the floor for ease of access and signs that point where to go.
Some woman shows up, insisting on taking manage of a girl who has decided to run, I back off and let her manage the situation, only to run into a … memory of the little girl, her room of pink and barbie, the crazy woman in there playing with dolls and singing, almost like a nanny who has lost her marbles, I remember turning and seeing a garage with a vehicle making the space small. On a shelf I see a stack of items I can use, they are my dad's, but there are so many, he won't mind missing a couple as I can certainly use them . As I am removing, first one, then decide two.... my alarm goes off.
The last time I was at this house in my dreams, I was moving through it, looking for something more. I kept trying to get to a certain room that was odd, kind of scary, and remember getting very near it, but backing away. The configuration was odd. Very odd...
Perhaps I'll be back later to add more to the dream above, as this is a diary.
a road, I turn down it, somewhere i've been before, yet different. Another person turns down the road in an old truck, and the people at the house turn and yell at him, I turn and yell at him, repeating myself several times, he has to go this way, and he asks if he can get his truck down there. I turn and look at steps and tell him, yes, it will go. I tell him twice, he has to go this way, not across the greens. He turns, I turn and head down the steps. … steps... I see a slope that the old truck can make it down. People from the house have come up the slope to help the guy get his truck down easier, why did I think the truck could come down steps?
I head down to the house. Yes, I have been here before in dreams, it is familiar, yet different. The guy's truck is very old, the front almost looks like the front of an old, propeller, hand-crank, yet it's a fold away crank around the circular front. Some old guy has just GOT to try it, no matter his frail age, yes this a very frail , old truck .
It gets down the hill, i'm already down the hill and inside the building. It's an old garage, almost like cars drove through the building, or something. Yes, i've been in this house before, this time i'm told to help open the door so the truck can get in. there is something odd about the place, some woman is going around singing and doing something about pink? A spoiled child had brought her along from her room. The door opens, the vehicle is brought in, it looks like it can drive into the rest of the house if things are turned, as there are things to turn the floor for ease of access and signs that point where to go.
Some woman shows up, insisting on taking manage of a girl who has decided to run, I back off and let her manage the situation, only to run into a … memory of the little girl, her room of pink and barbie, the crazy woman in there playing with dolls and singing, almost like a nanny who has lost her marbles, I remember turning and seeing a garage with a vehicle making the space small. On a shelf I see a stack of items I can use, they are my dad's, but there are so many, he won't mind missing a couple as I can certainly use them . As I am removing, first one, then decide two.... my alarm goes off.
The last time I was at this house in my dreams, I was moving through it, looking for something more. I kept trying to get to a certain room that was odd, kind of scary, and remember getting very near it, but backing away. The configuration was odd. Very odd...
Perhaps I'll be back later to add more to the dream above, as this is a diary.