I thought it might be fun to use Steemit as a blockchain dream journal. I tend to remember my dreams nearly every night so I'm going to do my best to take a few moments in the morning to jot down some notes and share them with you here and there.
You know, the interesting ones, not like, I've got to build a go-kart with my 3rd-grade teacher...
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I believe dreams can be very powerful in not only warning you about the future (Yes I've had dreams that came true the next day) but about diagnosing your present, how you feel or how your subconscious is handling something you're not dealing with in your waking hours.
Sometimes they mean nothing. and you've got to build a go-kart with your 3rd-grade teacher.
SO! Last night I dreamt I was living in a ridiculously nice NYC high rise. Trust me I've seen a lot, dog walking on the upper East and West sides of Manhattan, I've been in buildings that I was fearful would charge me for breathing the air. All gold trim everything perfectly buffed marble floors, and you're basically waiting for Cruella DeVille to come out of the elevator. This place was old but in perfect condition. Think old NYC, Great Gatsby money, not, ultra modern-hipster, Aphex Twin playing in the elevators money.
Anyway I was living in this building, and I had no idea how I was affording it, so I asked the doorman, hey how the hell do I live here?
He let me know that I was the on call dog walker for the building. Every time someone needed their dog walked I'd go to their apartment, pick up their dog and return them in exchange for a spot in the building, but for some reason, I had this sense that a relative or some other person had either put in a good word or helped me to get the gig. Almost like it was a scholarship program or I won something but I couldn't remember who or what it was. I kept having the feeling like I was picked or chosen to be there.
So I'm making my rounds, and I remember thinking how nice and kind all the people in the building were despite being absurdly wealthy. Always a smile, or a tip of a hat, much of the residents were older and never looked down on for being the "help" kinda thing.
My regulars were a young family with 5 Irish Wolfhounds, A short old man with a black pug named Henry, and an older woman with a Pekaneese who's name I don't remember. After I dropped her dog off she invited me in for tea and cookies. Very Oracle style, except the NYC Jewish old lady version with HUGE 60's glasses, black heels, and fur coat.
She was very kind and tipped well, and I got the sense that tea and cookies were a regular thing, except this time, she sat me down and said, "There's something I need to tell you about the people in this building..."
She proceeds to explain to me that everyone in this building was a part of an elite spy organization dating back hundreds of years. We walked the halls and she showed me that behind the short Old man's bookcase was an entire armory of weapons and state of the art spy gadgets. The young family with the little kids? Well, mom and dad were expert assassins, and the young kids- Masters of Brazillian jujitsu.
She told me of her adventures across the French Riviera and through Bulgaria (funny enough) and that although they were very happy with my dog walking, my training would begin tomorrow morning.
And then I woke up.
:)
I hope you enjoyed that story, It made me smile remembering and writing this one out for you guys so if you enjoyed, let me know. Maybe we do a weekly thing? If you fancy yourself a dream interpreter feel free to have a go! What do you think?
Thanks for stopping by!
Dayle
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