California Tripping

I must look at the symbolism later. This was a long dream and I had to get back into it later, so may be writing things out of order.

I was house sitting in California, because there were packages expected that should not remain on the porch. That was the main reason I was needed at this house. At the end of the dream, there were so many packages on the porch, it appeared I had not served my purpose.

No ideas about what was inside all of these bundles.

Maybe because I haven't been back to California in awhile, there were so many distractions. So many people to visit. Daunting visits. One friend was having a party when I got there. People were dancing. I didn't bring anything because I didn't know it would be a party. Abruptly, the music stopped and the dancers all disappeared.

A dear woman who is a longtime friend of mine was so happy to see me. She is bisexual and I am not. "We've been through this before", I said when she tried to kiss me. "I can't be that person." It was sad because she was looking so hurt.

I had to get back to the house before the people who lived there returned. In order to get there, I had to transfer buses in Manhattan Beach, where it would be so unlikely for this to happen: there was a group of about twenty thugs standing around at the bus stop with a wall aside of the sidewalk. They were all grabbing at the pockets of my sweatshirt, and trying to get my purse. There was nothing in the pockets of my sweatshirt. My cell was in a pocket they couldn't see. They didn't get my purse, but what was on my mind the most was getting back to the house, on time, in one piece, without a detour caused by interacting with police or a hospital visit. In the dream, I was also not doing well physically and it seemed miraculous to escape anything bad that could have happened.

When I returned, my father was sitting on the porch (which had packages strewn all over the place) with the owner of the house who had returned. The owner had misplaced his key, and I suddenly realized those guys had gotten my keys or I lost them somewhere. I tried to remember when I last remembered having them and knew I had them when I had left the house. Then, I remembered that I had one in my hidden pocket with my cellphone. Still, my father was most upset about so many packages on the porch and that I had not been responsible to keep it from looking like no one was there. Then they saw all of the parcels INSIDE the house. :P