I had a freaky one last night that really stuck with me, and has all day. Most of my dreams don't. I had one of a similar vein many years ago and a friend from back east interpreted it for me and was really good at it... unfortunately, I don't have her email anymore... and it's been YEARS. So, I need someone to work this one. I typed it up in a stream-of-consciousness writing this morning when i got up. It's still sticking with me tonight... I've been in a bit of a funk all day. I have an idea of what it might mean, but I want to see if someone else can see it. So, here's my writing from this morning. I edited it afterward, only for spelling.
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I was walking the streets of Bolivia when a short native man asked if I wanted to see the only vintage steam locomotive engine remaining in existence. I said yes., and he took me to a ragged old storefront that was boarded up. he said it was an old gaming house. he flipped some breaker switches, unlocked the door and beckoned me inside. i head a voice telling me to stay on the floor joist, as the rest of the floor was unstable. i could see the rest of the floorboards, under the dusty old persian style rugs, were bowing. i could distinctly see the joists, as the edges were distinct between the sagging boards and the joists. I had to zig zag as the joists were not in an absolute straight line from the front door to the back.
as I got closer, I heard and felt a deep, heavy thrum. i opened the door and saw a massive locomotive engine, running in place, full boar. I saw someone's mercedes behind it, gleaming white in the day's sun. I said it was impressive, and turned around.
i headed back to the front door, hearing the engine power down behind me. I faltered on my balance a moment, halfway back. from behind me, i felt someone hold me hands out to me side, to help me regain my balance. a voice whispered 'hold steady' and this person helped me make it all the way back to the front door. I opened the door and saw the short native man standing next to the breaker box. I turned to see who had helped me walk, but there was no one there. I stepped outside, and the street had changed. I was now in an American city. not sure which.
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So, any takers? You can PM me with any interpretations... or post them here...
Amanda
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I was walking the streets of Bolivia when a short native man asked if I wanted to see the only vintage steam locomotive engine remaining in existence. I said yes., and he took me to a ragged old storefront that was boarded up. he said it was an old gaming house. he flipped some breaker switches, unlocked the door and beckoned me inside. i head a voice telling me to stay on the floor joist, as the rest of the floor was unstable. i could see the rest of the floorboards, under the dusty old persian style rugs, were bowing. i could distinctly see the joists, as the edges were distinct between the sagging boards and the joists. I had to zig zag as the joists were not in an absolute straight line from the front door to the back.
as I got closer, I heard and felt a deep, heavy thrum. i opened the door and saw a massive locomotive engine, running in place, full boar. I saw someone's mercedes behind it, gleaming white in the day's sun. I said it was impressive, and turned around.
i headed back to the front door, hearing the engine power down behind me. I faltered on my balance a moment, halfway back. from behind me, i felt someone hold me hands out to me side, to help me regain my balance. a voice whispered 'hold steady' and this person helped me make it all the way back to the front door. I opened the door and saw the short native man standing next to the breaker box. I turned to see who had helped me walk, but there was no one there. I stepped outside, and the street had changed. I was now in an American city. not sure which.
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So, any takers? You can PM me with any interpretations... or post them here...
Amanda
