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Carefree Dreaming

I had a rather nice dream last night.  The content was different and I’m not sure you would consider it “nice”, but the feelings I had while in the dream were nice, and I woke up with a smile on my face.

Now since my dreams are always odd… and not so easy to place meaning to at times, I thought I’d post this one and let you guys have at it.

Frank and I were invited into a home, which from the outside was small and plain and not very interesting, but inside was huge and seemingly neverending. There were precious artifacts and antiques all over the place. Expensive rugs, masterpieces of art and sculpture and furniture. The interior of the house was huge and the architecture was lush and extravagent, but beautiful. The family living there said that they had been collecting a long time and had pride in their collection, but weren’t uptight about it.  There were other people in their house as well. It seemed to be a casual and relaxed kind of party. People were lounging around and some people were playing tag amongst all this priceless stuff, but the atmosphere was very funloving and carefree.

I wandered around the house, marvelling at the beauty and artistry all around me. I was invited up to a loft type of bar in the middle of a hall. It was made of grey stone, like it was supposed to be outside. The bar was round and there were tables set on the exterior wall so you could look over the sides and around the hall of art. I sat down and had a beverage and felt really relaxed and happy.

Dave appeared at the to of the steps and said that he needed to talk to me, but it had to be outside.  I said ok and began to follow him down the spiral steps to go out and chat and then went out the back door. Dave was nowhere to be found.

I was on the sidewalk behind the house, and there was a graveyard. I was on the outside of the black metal spiked fence, just kind of looking around and then I noticed people wandering around inside the graveyard on the otherside of the fence. A man stepped up to the fence and began to chat with me. He was very friendly. We talked easily and casually. He was wearing clothing from the 1800’s. Another man joined us.. he was also dressed from a different time, but not far off from the first man.  We were all joking and laughing. Eventually, there were 4 men there talking to me. I felt someone walk up behind me and put their hand on my hip. I knew it was Frank. He smiled at the men and then waved his hand at the guys and we walked away. This interaction was not aggressive or negative. I still felt very carefree and relaxed and happy.

Somehow I got into another house, as if I was on tour or something, and the girl there said that her house used to be a store or saloon or something, because there was something significant about the door between the hall and kitchen. She said it was a 3/4 door, which I’ve never heard  of before.  While walking around her house, I noticed interesting architecture and then noticed there was a golden brocade silk carpet. I took a few steps and slid along this carpet. This was wild fun, so I did it again..laughing the whole time.

At some point between the graveyard and the carpet surfing I had begun to drag around an unusual item. In my hand was a red ribbon and tied to the end of this  5-6 foot length of red ribbon was an industrial sized plastic bottle of ketchup! No idea why I had it dragging along behind me like some kind of pet, but it was. I left the carpet surfing house and was back outside behind  it. I remember looking up at the windows and noticing the architecture of the roof. The fence for the graveyard was to my right and down about a half a block and the houses and roads were all of a very old style but didn’t seem to be old at that time. As I was standing there and admiring the roofline, a couple of younger guys came up to me and started talking about my ketchup bottle. They thought it was awesome and started playing with it. They spun it around, opened it up  and just generally seemed pleased about my bottle of ketchup. I remember saying that I had to go and walked away dragging the bottle behind me and then playing a game where I would swing the bottle in front of me, it would thunk down on the pavement and then I’d walk past it and repeat. I didn’t get very far (I could still see the graveyard and the old house) when I heard rattling. I looked over and saw a horse and wagon coming towards me. The wagon was FULL to overflowing with beautiful objects that I had seen in the first house. The driver told me that my “order was here”. I didn’t understand because I hadn’t ordered anything and had no way to pay for these things. The driver told me that I didn’t have to pay. The people at the first house had noticed the things that I had really liked and packed them up to give me as gifts. I was awed and overjoyed. I woke up feeling good.

Ok all, let the analysis begin…


I believe you make your own reality whether good or bad. Thus, my favorite saying is, "Say what you mean and mean what you say."

Well, Sharon, if you wanna know what I think....

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