Thanks for sharing, Pod. Your left shoulder - your right brain has been at work.I had an a amazing dream yesterday morning.....which I really want to share on this page please.
There was a large lottery prize yesterday and I asked My Lord for a dream about the Lottery because I do not want to play it every week. This was the dream:
I was leaving a prolonged training course; not sure how long it had been but as I was packing my bedding I kept saying "I can't believe it is the last day" A man I really like and admire in life walked over to me, grabbed me and kissed me hard. "God you are a beautiful woman" he exclaimed.
Then I was walking though the chaos of a city, I sense it was London. I had to ask for directions to the station I needed As I was walking though an underpass with the traffic thundering above, I saw a small shop to my right. It was all painted bright yellow and I decided to go in and buy a lottery ticket.
There were a few people in the queue so I waited my turn. As I got closer to the kiosk which was protected by a large Perspex screen, I could hear the counter assistant asking every customer if they had been jabbed before she served them. She was a small, mousy woman with permed hair and a non descript countenance.
When it came to my turn she asked me the same question. "My body is none of your business!" I told her. "You are a shop assistant, not a medical professional and you have no right to ask me questions about my medical status"
She was so shocked, I saw her reach behind and press a red switch which I knew was an alarm to the police station. Nevertheless I stood my ground and waited for my lottery ticket. She dithered and faffed, trying to delay so the police had time to get there but eventually she handed me my ticket.
"Am I free to leave or did the panic button bolt the door?" I asked and was told the door was open and I could leave.
When I got outside, I discovered I was carrying a small, folded wheelchair over my left shoulder. I carefully placed it in the walkway against the barricade. Someone who needed it could take it.
My Take: I sense that the "training course" was about healing my inner female. It has taken years and years...and I have wept buckets and gone through hell! The kiss at the end was a seal of recognition.
Clif High and a couple of others have named September 25th to October 17th as a time of great importance. I finished that training just in time.
When I woke up I bounced out of bed and went to make tea. I felt so alive and so powerful.
Later that morning a friend phoned in some distress to tell me that she had been told some gossip about me which could be nasty. I sat with the information for a few minutes and real*eyesed I did not care. I understood the wheelchair.