Fist Full of What?

Just in case you didn't know, according to dream folklore, if you lose money in your dreams, the opposite is supposed to happen.So I should be gaining some money soon with these dreams.

In my first dream, I was working for Clint Eastwood, with some others. I don't remember what we were doing. In my recollection, it seems like we were doing something repetitive like putting packages together, stuffing envelopes or something similar. We were by the beach. An old friend of mine who is originally from Hawaii, a woman I have not seen in decades was there. She had binoculars and we were looking out on the ocean at an expanse of land I never knew about. She said Sepulveda Blvd continued on out that way. Obviously geography had changed a bit. My old friend told us she was going to move back to Hawaii.

When we finished doing our work for Clint, he didn't pay us with money. He gave us all a bunch of old papers that he said were worth more than money. However, none of us payees could see any value in this and he took off away from us fast, leaving us all to feel like we were robbed.

In my second dream, I was supposed to be on my way to a party. First, I was walking into a shopping mall. There was a group of about five men ahead of me, looking back at me. One of them told the others, "She's ugly. She's the one we should kill. We'll be doing the world a favor.

Okay, so instead of doing what most people would probably do, I tried to follow them. Apparently having been around Clint Eastwood gave me some extra chutzpah? Maybe I was carrying my own weapon. The fact that I followed them, maybe it scared them because they disappeared. That didn't stop me from looking for them.

So , I walked into a place that was a restaurant and bar, and Vincent Irizarry shows up in my dreams again. (strange). He grabs my hand and says, "come with me, I need you to help me". His deal was to organize a quick sale of "chances" for a raffle. We sold chances, probably to everyone in the place, and then we did the drawing. He disappeared. I announced the winner's name, she came up on stage with me. I looked for the prize money and I couldn't find it. I found Vincent's wallet (which was full of cash) and he quickly came back to get it and then took off again. We never found the winner's money. Thankfully there was not any kind of ruckus and she was nonchalant about things.

After all of that, I remembered there was this party I was supposed to go to. I was late. I couldn't find the fancy restaurant where the party was supposed to be in time to be there. There was an almost hidden entry to get into the elevator that took people up to this restaurant. By the time I got there, I was a day late, and of course the party was over. There was a money-minded hostess who waited at the top as soon as I exited the elevator. She started talking about the curry special and the price of the house wine. Prices were as sky-high as the penthouse floor where the restaurant was located. I told her I had to go to the ladies room first to freshen up. While I was in there, I re-acquainted myself with the fact I did not have much money. Then I realized it was Sunday and I had no idea how I was going to get home. Apparently I lived somewhere with limited public transportation. I went back down the elevator, but then an unknown man got on the elevator after it got back to the ground floor and he wouldn't let me get out. I had to ride back up to the top with him, he insisted. We traveled back up and then I woke up.

Paying Attention

I was supposed to be administering listening comprehension tests. There were paragraphs that I was to read to people and then there were questions to see how well they were listening. It was boring material and no one taking the tests was able to keep their attention to it. In fact, most of the people, in real life, have some kind of attention deficit disorder, according to the quack medical system of the US. Truly, I was struggling to make it sound less boring than it was and to pay attention to what I was reading was a tremendous chore for me.

My eyes were hurting because I had lost my reading glasses. I had a headache probably because in wakened life I have had a migraine for a week a half or so. Someone came over to take the test and she saw how I felt. She asked me if I had any herb. I did not. She said, "Well, no wonder. Take a break and let's go get some." Looking at my schedule, I saw that would be possible.

We went out to my car and it was severely vandalized. It looked like someone had hit it from every direction possible with a gigantic mallet. All the windows were broken. There was a suitcase inside that had been slashed open, clothing and belongings strewn about. My laptop, which I immediately noticed behind the suitcase mess (and I worried, that I am dead meat in my work life if that laptop was destroyed) looked like it was the only thing that hadn't been touched. I got it out of my car and we took it back to where I was staying.

She (was it Louise or Dori?) said we could just walk over to M___s house and he would have some. I didn't know he smoked. She said for obvious reasons he keeps a super-low profile. Well, I knew he was very private about other aspects of his life, so thinking it through, it was not so surprising. He lived in a mobile home (that would be very strange for him in real life) He answered one door, and said he was babysitting his niece. He looked at me and asked for assurance that I would not tell anyone that he did this green thing. Then he said he would meet us at the front door and give us a bag. (that was nice).

Mostly, with the symbolism involved, I believe this dream relates to my present work life.