17 Feb 2024
Dream
Trevor, my ex from back in High School. Key words: lady, purse, trailer, bins, tree, lock.
My dream had switched over to another crazy adventure… with a twist…and surprisingly with my ex. I remember we were rushing and my adrenaline was up because we were in a race trying to finish this adventure game. This game consist of finding treasure to unlock some type of secret. It reminded me of the show Locke & Key, and my favorite book, The Secret Garden.
There was a wall ono the edge of a grape vine garden that was made of brick and I saw strange looking bugs. There was a lot of them making inconsistent patterns traveling up and down. I had an urge to squish them, so I did and they would turn into things. ….I’m not sure what kind of things because my mind wouldn’t let me see them clearly, but I knew I was looking for something specific so I start frantically squashing every one of them. As I’m doing so I catch a glimpse of a gold bug. It’s moving faster than the rest. I finally catch it and push my palm on it. It turned into a key. A shiny gold key. One that I had been looking for to match my lock that was back in Trevor’s truck. I run back to the truck to tell him I have it. It’s dark outside now and we are in a field right outside some trailer home. I remember rummaging through my purse and through the totes in the trailer to collect more of our findings from this adventure. All of a sudden Trevor rushed back and says, “We gotta go!”. There is an older lady hustling out of her house, down the stairs and straight for us. I rush o put the lid back on the bins and hop into the passenger seat but noticed my purse had fallen out onto the ground so I just out to get it while Trevor is starting to pull off. I grab my purse as I’m almost face to face with this women. She’s yelling with her fist in the air to give her back her stuff. Thinking that what I took was hers. I run and jump back in the truck and we make our way into a town. We noticed she had followed up and hollering the whole way too. She wanted my purse, but I told her it had my initials on it and that it was definitely not hers. Other people on the streets could hear this whole thing go down and the ones near by agreed with me, shaking their heads. Another women had mentioned not to listen to her because she was just an old hag that believed everything was hers. I guess this happened on more than a few occasions.
