The Bazaar
Dream: I was exploring a dusty old bazaar alley in some country. The place was flooding with tourists and there was sand everywhere in sigh. I saw these stands everywhere behind the crows of people, but I never looked what the sellers were selling.
The sun was shining. I saw some familiar people there. First I was just looking around and saw some figures everywhere. Then I ran into this husband of my father's cousin's friend. The man was still wearing the suit he wore in the burial ceremonies of my father's cousin. He stopped me, grabbed my shoulders and talked to me about some thing.
I kept going and I eventually passed Irina who was wearing that green sweater of hers. When she noticed me she started smiling and immediately lowered her head to take a good look at the ground. I also felt odd and happy the same time. And kept going.
Finally I reached the end of the street. It had been modernized; there were construction workers who were building the entrance of some tunnel. The ceiling was very high, maybe at 100 metres from the ground or even more. There were several cars and needed machinery for the contruction site. I went there to check out what's happening. Later on some plumpish woman wearing a birhgt yellow rain coat ran there with some large sign in her hands.
Then I was suddenly in the school cafeteria. I saw a few tables around me, all full except one, where there were three girls. I glanced at that table, as I was looking at her there. She was wearing that denim shirt/jacket of hers and was eating some soup. But I only saw the girls' backs. I turned my head a bit to the right and then I saw her, again. In another table. Now I saw her face. She was wearing that green sweater of hers. I thought that I must have just made a mistake and thought that the previous person was her.
Analysis: Okay, what do we have here... I have absolutely no idea what the bazaar was about, so let's just say it's some of the creeks of my subconscious.
My father's cousin, very close to me, did die a month ago or so. I haven't had any dreams about it, so, well, here it comes finally.
The girl, well, you know. If not, read some previous posts...
The sun was shining. I saw some familiar people there. First I was just looking around and saw some figures everywhere. Then I ran into this husband of my father's cousin's friend. The man was still wearing the suit he wore in the burial ceremonies of my father's cousin. He stopped me, grabbed my shoulders and talked to me about some thing.
I kept going and I eventually passed Irina who was wearing that green sweater of hers. When she noticed me she started smiling and immediately lowered her head to take a good look at the ground. I also felt odd and happy the same time. And kept going.
Finally I reached the end of the street. It had been modernized; there were construction workers who were building the entrance of some tunnel. The ceiling was very high, maybe at 100 metres from the ground or even more. There were several cars and needed machinery for the contruction site. I went there to check out what's happening. Later on some plumpish woman wearing a birhgt yellow rain coat ran there with some large sign in her hands.
Then I was suddenly in the school cafeteria. I saw a few tables around me, all full except one, where there were three girls. I glanced at that table, as I was looking at her there. She was wearing that denim shirt/jacket of hers and was eating some soup. But I only saw the girls' backs. I turned my head a bit to the right and then I saw her, again. In another table. Now I saw her face. She was wearing that green sweater of hers. I thought that I must have just made a mistake and thought that the previous person was her.
Analysis: Okay, what do we have here... I have absolutely no idea what the bazaar was about, so let's just say it's some of the creeks of my subconscious.
My father's cousin, very close to me, did die a month ago or so. I haven't had any dreams about it, so, well, here it comes finally.
The girl, well, you know. If not, read some previous posts...
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