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Dream for CelticNoodle
Good morning, CN. This is what I dreamt for you.
I dreamt I was at a house somewhere getting clothes organised and preparing my bed for the evening. The clothes didn't seem appropriate for the need so I was left wondering what to do.
Later, with a dear friend, I was driving somewhere, in her car, but wasn't sure where to park or which shop we were aiming for. She clarified where we wanted to be so we finally parked where we needed to.
Still later, with the same friend, I was pitching a tent for us. We chose a site on a grassed area and got the tent sorted out, but I couldn't find a lantern to hang from the tent poles to light the area up so that we could see where we were going/what we were doing.
There was to be a festival... It felt somehow medieval or similar, about music, or honouring Nature, but only a handful of tents had been erected nearby. The campsite/show ground area looked deserted and we felt a bit vulnerable, as we had too few fellow merry-makers with us.
A more buoyant line of peasants walked along a path beside the woods at the edge of the green, beckoning to us to join them. We declined, but wondered about where there path took them, and felt uneasy about taking our own, less-trodden path. It felt quite Hobbit-like actually. End of Dream.
Good morning, CN. This is what I dreamt for you.
I dreamt I was at a house somewhere getting clothes organised and preparing my bed for the evening. The clothes didn't seem appropriate for the need so I was left wondering what to do.
Later, with a dear friend, I was driving somewhere, in her car, but wasn't sure where to park or which shop we were aiming for. She clarified where we wanted to be so we finally parked where we needed to.
Still later, with the same friend, I was pitching a tent for us. We chose a site on a grassed area and got the tent sorted out, but I couldn't find a lantern to hang from the tent poles to light the area up so that we could see where we were going/what we were doing.
There was to be a festival... It felt somehow medieval or similar, about music, or honouring Nature, but only a handful of tents had been erected nearby. The campsite/show ground area looked deserted and we felt a bit vulnerable, as we had too few fellow merry-makers with us.
A more buoyant line of peasants walked along a path beside the woods at the edge of the green, beckoning to us to join them. We declined, but wondered about where there path took them, and felt uneasy about taking our own, less-trodden path. It felt quite Hobbit-like actually. End of Dream.