Dream segments

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This morning I had a bunch of dream “shorts”. Mostly image, a bit of action but not much. And, they left me in a strange mood. I came away thinking it is a warning of something, but it’s not clear what.
This is, of course, a theme in my life. I go back and look at old journal entries and say “Oh yeah, that was clearly a warning for that. Too bad I didn’t recognize it as such.
So, who knows?

The first:
I was in a large city that was all tall buildings of reflective glass, no trees, grass or anything other than pavement and glass. It was either early in the morning or late in the afternoon as the sun was low and reflecting all around.
It was cold and there was a wind that these buildings did nothing to stop.
No one was there. No cars, no people, no birds.
After wandering around some, I saw someone in one of the buildings so I went inside.
The lobby was also glass and the woman sitting it in was at a glass desk.
“Do you have an appointment?” she asked.
“Where is everyone?” I asked in return.
“If you don’t have an appointment, I will have you removed,” she said, her hand hovering over a red button on her desk.
I left.

The second:
I was in some kind of shopping mall/building structure. It reminded me of the big shopping malls of 40 years ago, but like in the first section, it was empty.
There didn’t seem to be any windows or natural light, so I couldn’t tell the time of day. All the lights were on, the escalators worked, the stores were open, but no people.
I was hungry and wanted to find something to eat.
Down at one end of the mall, on an upper floor, I found a large section that was lit red. The ceiling in this area was very low, and I could easily touch it if I wanted.
At the far back of this area there was a pizza place. It looked like a chain one, and although not well marked, I thought it a Pizza Hut.
It was packed with people. Wall to wall.
I looked at that crowd as I stood there without a mask on, and pondered how hungry I really was.

The third:
I was in the wreckage of a town after some sort of major disaster. A war. An earthquake. I don’t know. But, it left most of the buildings destroyed.
I knew that I needed to find shelter and the minimum of water to survive.
I went into one of the buildings still standing and found a room that most of the plaster had been knocked off the walls and there were some holes in the floor, but it seemed structurally OK.
In the center of the room, far away from everything else was a toilet.
I pushed the lever down and it flushed and refilled.
I was happy there was a source of water. But, unhappy it was the toilet.

The fourth:
I was at a small protected harbor that only had a small entrance to the sea. There was only one boat in the harbor and it looked like a derelict. The tide was very far out and that one ship was grounded and tilted to the side.
The streets and sides of the harbor were all stone and I needed to get to the other side.
As the tide was out, I could see the mud and a lot of bright green seaweed on the bottom of the harbor and was sure I could make it across.
I stepped out onto the mud and began to make my way across.
When I stepped onto a section of the green seaweed, I found it was just floating on top of a deep channel, and I sank into it up to my chest.
I was half way across and decided to keep going, but the side of the channel was too steep, so I had to stay chest deep in the green stuff getting all over me.
I came to the wall on the other side and realized that while I could easily get over it standing on the mud, I couldn’t chest deep in the green stuff.

I don’t know what my subconscious is trying to tell me with all this.
Don’t expect help?
Things will be harder than you expect?
Don’t think things are going to be easy?
Good things have bad sides too?

Or maybe: You really want to go places again, don’t you?