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The Gold, Skywriter, Office, Getting Coffee

I requested the winning lottery numbers for the next Powerball.

The Gold – I’m in a small town in the old west. I have a small chest of gold coins that’s worth a boat load. There are a lot of men after it and I’ve managed to secure it with the help of one other guy. I have it on the back of a flat wagon wheeled cart being drawn by one horse. It’s nighttime and I need to get out of town with it while I can before it’s been discovered because I fear that I’ll be chased and overtake with it. I can’t carry it on a single horse because it’s way to heavy. My partner has gone back to the center of town and there’s a possibility of going there with the cart and showing everyone that I have it and it’s officially mine. If I did this, it would only be hoping that many people would try to take advantage of the situation. I do need to communicate with my partner but I don’t know how to get word to him. I decide that it’s too late and dangerous to leave town now so I speak to someone else that I trust and end up going to a homestead. There’s not much there and it’s hard to defend on my own, but at least I won’t be on the road and no one really knows where I am. When I get there, the person I trust makes it obvious that we need more people for a defense just in case. He invites in a bunch of people that are kind of the untouchables of the town. When I see them come in, it’s obvious why he would choose them because in spite of their disabilities and quirks, they all have an aire of trustworthiness.

Mixture of feelings of success, fear, distrust, anxiety
A reflection of what it would be like to win a lot of money

Skywriter – I’m outside looking up at the sky and there’s a skywriter plane making incredibly tight arcs and practically scribbling in the sky. It’s pretty amazing to watch. I go and tell someone about it to watch with me, possibly Mel, but by the time that they look up, the place seems to have lost its momentum. The streams in the sky are really cool tho. We watch the plane but it gets out of sight so we get in the car to follow it. We’re in a pretty rural place and the road are long and uninterupted by side streets. There are lots of trees and everything is green. We want to make a right at the next intersection but we get stuck behind an old man on a bicycle who doesn’t appear to want to let us get past him in the right turn lane.

Amazement and a little frustration with the old man

Office – I’m working in a new office. It’s small with maybe 6-8 people on staff. It’s pretty mellow and the work I have to do isn’t too taxing. I think it’s someone’s birthday or something because there are some loaves of very nice breads that people have made and they’re getting eaten pretty fast. I mention to my boss the dream about that skywriter. She gives me a number for someone at the main office that she would like me to tell the dream to. There’s a card on the desk with a number to call. She thinks that it’s important so that the main office has an idea of what’s going on in this satellite. She tells me that even tho I’m new, it would be a good thing. Someone mentions that they’re cleaning up and ask if anyone would like this last piece of custardy bread. I say that I would like it but someone else says that that particular piece is Becky’s. I ask Becky if she’d be willing to split it but she gives me the entire piece.

Feeling pretty neutral. I’m doing work that is pretty easy for me and I’m getting rewarded for it with bread.
The dream transfer is pretty interesting.

Getting Coffee – I’m in a cafe and I order a coffee. It’s a really long cafe and the cash register is all the way at the end. I order my coffee from the coffee counter and walk to the register to pay for it. I’m standing there when someone finally comes up to handle the transaction. She rings it up and I go to give her a credit card but I can’t find it. I’m going thru my wallet but not having any luck. I have a whole bunch of stuff out of my wallet when I acknowledge that I must’ve left it somewhere. I’m not too happy about this. I give her a different card and she swipes it but it’s rejected because she tells me that it can’t be used for the coffee. I’m getting frustrated as I dig thru my cash and hand her a twenty. I have a heap of stuff to get back into my wallet. Finally she hands me my change and I walk thru the cafe to the front door when I realize that I don’t have a lid for the coffee and I have to drive. I progress back thru the cafe looking for lids which I can’t find in any of the aisles. I’m walking briskly and there’s a guy in front of me who’s holding out his arm to hand something to someone right in front of me. I go to duck under his arm right when he decides to drop it and he spills my coffee. I’m getting more frustrated and keep walking noting that I’m now a person I don’t like very much when I’m in a hurry and frustrated.

Frustrated, in a hurry
Reminds me of having to follow Patty from church and how I turned the opposite direction at an intersection and made a u-turn just to pass her because I was frustrated, and I wondered what she thought of me for that. Being impulsive.
I should pay attention to my credit cards.

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