4:00 a. m.   

February 10, 2008

DREAM:

     I'm in a convenience store but I'm not there as a customer.  I'm working.  I'm also walking instead of using the wheelchair I use in my waking life.  I mull this over a bit in my dream and I'm happy about it and a bit amazed at the same time.  The inside of the store is mostly white.  The shelves are fully stocked.  A gentleman (30's?, white, dark hair, no facial hair, approx. 6', med. build) and his young daughter (between 5-7, definitely not over the age of 10, white, dark hair, skipping along with her Dad) enter the store.

      I hear the man ask for something specific as I am standing in an aisle straightening something on the top shelf.  Then he and his little girl walk to another area of the store.  I go towards the opposite end of the store (where the counter/register is) since I know I will be ringing up their purchase shortly and I don't want to make them wait...but I never actually see them again.  Once I get there, I notice there is a pile of crumpled up and/or shredded paper on the floor. 

     The pile isn't very large but it looks like someone just shoved the trash into this lil' cubbyhole instead of throwing it away.  This bothers me and I start to wonder if those papers belong to me since nobody else has been in the store but the man and his child...and they never came near this area so the papers couldn't have belonged to them. 

     I try to shove the balled up papers closer to the pile with my foot and I notice that I'm still wearing slippers (have worn slippers since my foot was crushed in my waking life).  I fail in my attempt to shove the papers into an area where the customer will not be able to see them.  Something gets my attention outside of the store and I look out of the window.

     Outside of the window, I see a white convertible Cadillac (I have no idea if such a thing is made in waking life).  A man is seated behind the wheel and I don't notice much about him.  He's a black man wearing a tan fedora style hat and tan suit.  My attention is drawn to the vehicle.  It's stunningly beautiful and so brilliantly white it almost glows.  It's not gawdy or anything, it's just brilliant.  The buildings outside are dark and dreary.  The street is dark asphalt with the lines on it either gone completely in places or needing to be repainted in others.

     I wake up.  I feel odd...happy yet sad, and even a little bit confused.  I recall a friends' humorous dream about a convenience store and begin to laugh as I head for the computer to log my dream.

Waking Life Events Leading Up To Dream:

     I posted a response to a blog yesterday which bothered me a great deal.  I didn't have enough information to be comfortable with posting a response and yet I went ahead with the post.  Since I am a freelance writer, I understand how important it is to have as much information as possible about the topic.  This makes it so much easier to write effectively and I felt I had failed. (The blog was from a person asking for helpful techniques which would stimulate the mind for a young, female client who happened to be blind).

Translation:

     Daughter:  Symbolizes the young, blind female in waking life.

     Father:      Unknown.  (Symbolic of the female's parent?  Caregiver?  God?)

     C-Store:  Symbolizes Disaboom and it's bringing the disabled community together so it's easier (convenient) to reach others.  It also symbolizes how I've managed to keep the things around me (home, environment, mind, inner self, etc) bright and clean.

     Fully Stocked Shelves:  Unknown.  (They are "important" but I don't know why yet).

     Crumpled Papers:  Symbolized the blog post I had made during my waking life.  The one I felt I had failed on.  Trying to remove them in the dream was symbolic of not wanting the post to be seen because I felt I had not done a very good job.

     Cadillac:  Unknown (Does this symbolize a "brilliant" idea?  Or, perhaps it's symbolic of the vehicle for which an idea is relayed).

     Black Man:  Unknown  (In many dream books, people of color are a positive sign.  But I have no idea what this is symbolic of).

     Buildings:  Symbolizes the real world?  Or possibly symbolic of how the young female sees the world?

     ** For me, I see the world (lately) as a dark place in need of repair.  I've tried to reach out and have had my hand bit off by those who are still dealing with their anger and haven't found a positive way to release it.  So, perhaps the bldgs. are my minds way of showing how my heart feels. 

        The convenience store plays a role in this too.  I'm inside the store, which is ultimatly a glass box which doesn't allow people inside unless I unlock the doors.  Inside this "box" I can maintain my peace, joy, and happiness and the anger, hatred from the outside world is not allowed in to tarnish or contaminate anything.