Posted on 10/02/2008 5:40:37 PM PDT by kcar
In a dream I wandered through a vast park, where many people also walked, and played and seemed happy and festive. Some were playing games, many laughing and buying things, enjoying food and drinks and snow cones at various merchants’ stands. Some carried boxes because for some reason they had to because of the things they bought. It was okay I decided and got some things and boxes too. It was fun. I'm tough and can even carry more. Even some vendors carried them. Among the crowd there were short people and very tall people, and now most were toting boxes of various sizes. Standing tall among the crowd was a giant who carried many colored boxes and arranged them precariously. He amused people by juggling them and laughed when kids thought he was going to drop them. How does he do that I wondered. He's a master of the universe someone said to me. Guess I most have asked that aloud.
Now more people were carrying boxes and bragging about how light they were and the places they had been and things that they have somewhere. A breeze occasionally swept through the crowd sometimes and people sheparded their boxes, the stacks of them now getting taller. Another giant carried a yerkle the turtle stack of them and was surprised once by the wind but steadied the boxes and people laughed. Somebody said did you see that? Someone else complained they couldn't because of all stacks of the boxes in the way. Yeah they are getting pretty annoying someone said.
I saw someone walking without any and thought that he must have said that and thought I would like to set mine down again too . No I couldn't came an answer somewhere. Why? What did I have to do? A lot. Too much I decided. I met a group of fun people and had a big party and got some more boxes instead. Now we were all walking forward along the field and sometimes our stacks were swaying but steadied by another stack. I saw the guy without boxes again and people didn't like him much and he walked alone. I decided to become friends. He didn't like my boxes I could tell. That's okay they are annoying I will set them down. Again the answer NO came from somewhere and I didn't like it. This wasn't fun anymore. I don't know what I did to get rid of them but it felt like I had run a marathon. When it was over my new friend shook my hand and said finally. People glared at us. They were marching along now, not having much fun anymore either. Then a gasp spread through the crowd. My friend and I stood back a bit because somehow without them we could and could see further without everyone's stacks in front of us. From our vantage point we saw what was happening.
One of the giants was having trouble with his stacks, they were swaying around and he moved from here to there to regain balance. I got it he said to the crowd looking backwards with a grin but then his face froze from shock and he tumbled over having tripped on a rock. Boxes fell and hit other stacks that people carried. Some other people tripped on rocks too, and the breeze seemed to pick up. Artful gnomes darted in to collect the boxes and give them to others. Another giant got a lot of the boxes from the first one, who was embarrassed but not allowed to carry them anymore. Do you want some? A gnome asked me and my friend angrily. No, I don't think so. Why not are you weak? Or do you think you are better? No I don't want to carry them anymore I said. He and another gnome glared at me but suddenly had to leave since another tripping ripple was spreading fast. Other giants were falling now too and boxes were smacking other peoples stacks of boxes left and right.
Why can't you stop this people asked the gnomes? It's your fault you are tripping on rocks they said. It's the stacks I thought. You are all carrying too many. Nonsense screamed the gnomes and everyone glared at me. Did I speak again? Here's the problem said the gnomes pointing to a ridge of stones. Now if we can all just avoid this and pick up the pace again we can go on carrying more and better boxes, reshaped and fun. No, I thought, if it wasn't this ridge of stones it would have been something else. It's all the boxes. People can hardly even see. I wondered if they remembered not having them. Oops. You're CRAZY, mister! And this time I knew I was in serious trouble.
RING!!! RING!!! Drowsily I woke up. Dang, I must have fallen asleep with the TV on. So what was the vote? Was the bailout approved?
It's a RESCUE! The gnomes screamed! Oops…
I like it. Sometimes dreams mean something; sometimes they are just like a really wierd movie.
Please look into this.
In before the 800 other posts.
I had one of my fave dream last night swimming with the seals and the bay coming right up to my deck and seeing all kinds of salmon and wanting to fish.
Then a mantatee sat on me and it was crushing me....
Woke up and my 100lb Lab Hunter was on top of me, guess I was sleeping so good I did not budge when he came to bed (a twin bed).
Was just having a little fun waiting for the debate. Here’s to hoping the House pisses off the nasty gnomes tomorrow.
This dream means you need to do some serious decluttering, either in your environment, your life, or your thoughts.
Signed,
The dream translator
I was standing on a tall tower holding my calculator for some reason. On the screen were graphics of explosions. Off to the side an airplane was flying towards the tower, then there was a bright white flash.
Then I woke up. The next morning was September 11, 2001.
Also, the night before the big tsunamis in Indonesia I had a dream about a giant ocean wave flooding everything....
it’s his debt. Credit cards, mortgages. They have us convinced we need to have credit to survive. Look Up Dave Ramsey. Get out from under the interest trap.
Did any of the Gnomes try to steal your underwear?
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