A violent dream about a simple life. (dream)

THE DREAM

Patrick Stewart is running away from a shop owner chasing him with a machine gun. He falls, and some money flutters to the ground. He saves his life by reciting some lines from a Superman TV show, which the gunman loves. Hearing Sir Patrick recite them is soothing to the gunman, and he's entranced. 

I pick up the money and duck into an outdoor dress shop to escape some approaching gangsters. 

I make small talk with the girl inside the tent-like structure. She's one of two workers (it's a family business). Her father is with another customer.

She takes my measurements.

I say, "The big girls one should work fine," referring to a very tiny dress that's being advertised on the wall for larger women. It's stretchy and ruffly and looks like something a small child would wear to a tap dance recital. 

"Can I pick this up?" I ask the girl, meaning later.

She becomes someone else who looks a little like a young Liza Minnelli, and a weird smile creeps onto her face. She nods. She seems to trust me, even though I haven't paid, but do I trust her with a face like that? 

I need to get out because I can see and hear some gangsters shopping next door. 

I go a little further away to a taco stand where my friends are. Someone complains that they are out of avocados.

"Steve hates not having guac at his Taco Bell," remarks one of my companions.

"What is an avocado?" asks someone else.

I say, it's that, then I point to some layered green food a man is holding that only looks like avocado. Actually, it's more closely related to a cucumber or a zucchini when I take a closer look. 

Then I see another man come up to the stand while eating 5 huge layers of avocado at once. The original avocado was two or three times larger than his head!



THE INTERPRETATION

I think this is pretty straight-forward. I've been dreaming about Star Trek, and I think it's just a reminder than my Paramount+ subscription is expiring and I don't have much longer to binge Picard.

I've also been thinking about taking a dance class, but I hesitate due, in part, to concerns about my weight. And I just had a conversation about Liza Minnelli.   

The dream takes place in California, and all of the neighborhoods I go into are Mexican, which is probably just my brain trying to process my daily Rosetta Stone Spanish routine. I get really excited about the possibility of picking out words in Spanish while I'm out and about around town, like I was trying to pick out words in the conversations of the gangsters in the stores next to me. So far, I've understood bits of conversations about someone's dog, and someone's food at a local barbecue. I wish I knew more, but the lessons are starting to get rough.

My coins get stolen at an outdoor, international fair! (dream)

DREAM

I am house sitting. I want money, but I see how one girl is getting it and I don't like it. I watch from overhead. She's going to see a boyfriend in the city. She's a bubbly teenager or young adult and she drives to his house. 

I know he doesn't care about her from her description of him, but when I see him, I'm surprised there is a crumb of care. But only a crumb. She's clinging to it.

She unpacks her intimate things. 

Her dad genuinely cares for her and gives her a bunch of coins the next day to go to a fair. I teleport into the scene and ask him for money too, and he lets me select from the same handful of coins. I am very surprised I don't have to do anything foolish or dramatic in order to get money from him. I don't have to do something dramatic like take on a boyfriend who obviously doesn't care about me. I pick the biggest coins. I look at them and they're worth $7 Canadian. I'm considering where I can exchange these coins when I'm interrupted by a musical number. 

My dad wanted me to learn about these people who are outdoors, singing. I look at a brochure. They're Irish--my family's kind of Irish. So I'm surprised their musical is a mix of French and Spanish, mostly. And they're painted and dressed blue and yellow. 

A strange man comes up to me after the song and dance number while I'm considering where to exchange my coins, and places a hand over my money. He hovers over it and when he pops up again, assures me he didn't take any. However, I check my pile when he's done, and I see that my biggest coins are all gone. He seemed so honest and friendly, but he's stealing from me!

I hate that he's done this. I just don't know what to do about being cheated! How am I going to get my money back? Then a friend interrupts my train of thought.

INTERPRETATION

There's a reason why I've been feeling extra salty lately. I'd tell you, but I practically promised someone important to me that I wouldn't ruminate about it anymore. The dream describes the situation really well though: I felt as though someone stole from or otherwise violated me, and I don't know how to approach the situation! 

Also, the dream describes how I really need to be making some more money, and I'm getting a little desperate, so I was thinking of doing some kind of service job. But in my experience, those jobs are usually really, really bad. Lots of drama, exploitation, and chicanery. I must believe, somewhere in my subconscious, that there must be a way for me to make a living that doesn't involve doing something horrible. 

I'm learning some Spanish and Swedish with a subscription to Rosetta Stone, and I've been thinking of adding some French lessons, so that explains the language of the musical and the costume done in the colors of the Swedish flag. 

Making a list. Checking it twice. In the summer. (dream)

DREAM

I'm putting together a list of words that start with "cr." I don't think I can do it, or I'm at least very nervous that I won't be able to do it. But I keep coming up with words that start with "cr," and when I double-check the list, all the words do start with "cr." 

The list is correct. But I'm having a hard time believing it's right. 

INTERPRETATION

I don't think I've always been this way, but for the past several years, it seems like I keep thinking I can't do the things I want to do. But it's not true! 

If someone persists, it's likely that they'll succeed--at least in some fashion. Things don't often happen the way we expect, but I think that something good usually comes out of hard work. 

Walking through the cold woods to find a lost message. (dream)

 DREAM #1

I'm in college, and I'm here because I was inspired by a somewhat famous influencer who works in tech. But I've just heard that he's been cancelled, and I feel terrible for him. I don't know if the allegations are true or not, but I have some of his writings that I think might clear up what I think about his character. The problem is, I don't know where I put the writings! They were handwritten on little crumpled scraps of paper.

I go through the wet, green woods looking for any trace of where these scraps of paper might be. I find little post-it sized notes here and there, unaffected by the mushy, mossy forest floor. 

INTERPRETATION #1

I guess a piece of me is afraid that my career pivot will end up being unpopular in the eyes of other people. I am really working on putting up an emotional shield in which I only let in the things I choose instead of automatically absorbing the emotions of the people around me, but it's very challenging for me. I really envy the people who don't at all care what people think. I definitely think I care less about what people think than I used to, but I do still care too much too often.  

DREAM #2

I'm in the shower and I'm using up the very last of my sugar scrub scalp shampoo. 

INTERPRETATION #2

I was on vacation when I had that dream, and I think this was me yearning for my stuff back home, and also being worried that I would use up my limited toiletries while on vacation.