Instruments and Dolphins

Submitted by: lotusgaze Date of experience: Dec 09 2009 Experience Type(s): Dream

I am late to work at the thrift store, I have been hanging out with a guy don’t know who. I have forgotten to change clothes and am unprepared, I am wearing oversized men’s clothes that are white and somewhat stained. I tuck in my shirt. I am folding and sorting things in the thrift store, there are lots of clothes, some womens and also baby clothes. After a while a man comes in, he is putting his very expensive musical instrument in the store. It is like the capoera instrument but requires a violin bow (I assoc. violin with sweetnesss of life) to play. I am very interested and wish I could have it, but it’s too expensive for me but look around at other instruments seeing if I could find an equivalent one or find a bow so that I can play it. There is a woman who also works at the store, she is messing with the instruments with me, but she is using the finger piano’s, seems like she’s trying to get me to play one. I mess with it.

I am now in a very large furniture store with lots of made up rooms. Myself and a group of cool people (wearing some black and patterns and very creative) come in and talk to the saleswoman. We are not there to buy, but hoping to hang out. We find a bedroom and all cuddle up on it and watch a movie. The woman comes by after a while, and I fear she will be upset, but she likes that we were so moved by the movie. We change locations to another room and some people stay on the bed, they must be sleeping, however when the lady is there they arise, they seem to have been faking it, confusing.

We are out at the ocean, logical space not happening. In one moment I am more masculine and riding on the back of a dolphin?, I thought it was a whale though, very big, but I was holding onto the dorsal fin. Then in another moment, we decide to have one person ride and another will swim beside so that if one falls off the other can get on and the moment is not wasted. I am the person, again more masc. swimming along side. The person is able to stay on though.

Back at the Furniture store, in the kitchen, our leftovers are there. There is a bowl within another rectangular container. It holds runny eggs, purple broccoli, and noodles that are stuck to the bottom of one of the containers. I am about to eat with out heating it up, but the lady tells me to go ahead and cook it up, better food. I think there is a microwave to make it easy. So I scrape the stuff and the noodles from one bowl, to put it all into one container and then put it in the microwave. I chat with the lady and it turns out she is my grandmother (not the real life one necessarily) and loves me very much and is very nurturing. We embrace and are brimming with love.