I really don't see any reason why my dreams shouldn't count for my "one blog a day", and this being the first dream of 2012, it should definately count for something!I am in a park, and it's getting close to nightfall. A young child joins me, and asks if he could walk with me, since he doesn't live that far from me. I agree and take him by the hand. Before we could go anywhere, two men approach us. One of them has a rifle and the other a large flashlight. In spite of their menicing appearance, I do not feel frightened, and tell them that we're just on our way home. They go off on their patrol, leaving the boy and me to continue on our way.
It suddenly starts getting very cold, and by the time we reach a small hill, we see that it's all icy. This terrifies me, because such "slippery slopes" become trecherous under my feet. Nevertheless, I see a small patch of dry land to our left and divert our journey there. Slowly and carefully, we make our way down and land in a pile of fabric scraps. With a shock, I realize that it's all my fabrics which I threw out. I recognize the burgundy velvet, and a number of satins as well as some checkered and plaid material. When I pick these up I recall how a male friend tried on the outfit - a very Norse one - consisting of a pair of pants and a tunic. I remember telling him that I still need to make a shirt to go under that tunic.I tell the boy that we need to pick all this up and put it in the trash, so it wouldn't litter the place, and together we take armloads to the two bins that are not too far off. I am dismayed to see that they're all filled up, and as we try and fit the scraps into the bins, the two men come by again. One of them, seeing what we were up to, goes and fetches another bin and that takes care of the litter problem.
The dream shifts and it is now some time later. I find myself on a train going on a trip. My anticipation for a quiet and peaceful journey is cut short when a man comes by with his pet tiger. The animal takes an instant liking to me, and settles itself on the empty seat next to me, while the man tells me I should not be afraid of petting it. The tiger seems to just melt into my hand, as I hesitently put it out, and drops its huge head into my lap. The man, who I now see is quite an eccentric character, dressed all in a colourful motley suit, laughs softly, and in spite of my fear, I suddenly feel distinctly honoured.
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Yes, I think this is a very good beginning to my dreams for the New Year!
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