Dream 47: Scams, Waves and Misunderstandings
Just moved into a new place and these are the first dreams I've been able to recall (hung my dream catcher up yesterday too...).
I was carrying my bags which I usually take for work along a street. There were some people with clip boards whom I avoided. There was a lot of noise and bustle. Later I was crossing a large modern city plaza. There was a man with a clip board and a few youths hanging about nearby, but otherwise no one near. He came to talk to me. I tried to avoid him saying I was on my way to work. But he was very persistent. A voice in my ear kept saying insistently, it's a scam. get away, he's trying to rob you. I was trying to go past but was hampered by my bags. I was then surrounded by the man and the youths. They got one of my bags and were threatening to hurt me. I tried to swing my larger, heavier bag at the man's head. My movements were in slow motion and the man was easily able to dodge me because he was moving in normal time. I was very frustrated as I tried in vain to land a blow. Part of me just said let them take the stuff, it's not worth it. But the rest of me wanted to fight and to stop them doing it to anyone else.
Later I was in a car with P we were boarding a car ferry. There was quite a bit before this moment, but this is all I can retrieve now. We had been directed to a section of the ship for parking, but something had happened and we were going back to the main parking deck area. We were feeling relieved because we'd escaped something bad in the other section. There were a few other cars also following us back and in the main deck area, but not that many. We were just turning around when there was an enormously loud noise, crashing, tearing and the rush of water. A gigantic wave surged into the harbour down the side of the ship, crashed into the harbour wall and then formed a huge wall of water which burst through the stern of the ship where the cars were coming in. A wave of fear passed over me as I saw the water coming up behind us. I was in the car, but also I saw us from the outside as the water swamped us, picked up the car and swirled us around like a toy. Inside the car we were submerged in the turbulent water and were tossed around mercilessly. We crash-landed against one side of the ship with the rear of the car halfway up the wall and us hanging in our seats looking down and across the deck area as the water vanished. I pantingly asked P if he was all right. He had somehow been forced into the back seat. We both seemed ok if very shaken.
After waking a couple of times, I had a final snooze and came up with this. We were on holiday I think, visiting castles and the like. We came to what seemed like the exit to one place, there were a few souvenirs, but not a full shop like most places have these days. The woman in charge was an ancient craggy old hag. Her speech was so drawled and gnarled it was hard to tell if she was speaking English, never mind what she was saying. She wanted us to pick something off the table, then according to what we picked she would tell us about ourselves. I just wanted to leave at this point so was annoyed at being held up. I didn't think she had any great insights or powers. She just seemed to be doing run of the mill stuff that could apply to anyone. She was also annoying because so incomprehensible that it took several goes to understand what she wanted and what she was saying. I picked something I would never normally pick just to stuff her up. She kept trying to ask questions, but I really couldn't be bothered and said I wanted to go. She gave up on me and went to the next person. In the dream she was my friend, but she wasn't anyone I know from real life, except she reminded me of Rico's wife from Six Feet Under. She was very anxious to hear what the woman had to say, and I thought to myself she believes in this stuff. Next P's parents came up (P wasn't there). They were nothing like his real parents, but were there in the dream as such. P's Dad hadn't a clue what was going on and was being a cantankerous old man. He couldn't understand what this woman was doing asking him questions when he wanted to leave. He had a walking stick with him. The woman wanted him to pick something off the table but he refused, mumbling and complaining all the while. P's Mum, B, was trying to placate him, because she too believed in the woman and wanted J to benefit from her. The woman asked J where he was from. There followed a long argument with lots of misunderstandings, they were both shouting, because both were a bit deaf. In the midst of it the woman did actually come up with a few facts about J's life that seemed to be genuine insights. Then J was lying on a long chair partly under a bench in the shop with his legs going up the wall. He was trying to aid his circulation and give his legs a rest as we'd been at the castle (or whatever it was) for a while. All the time the woman was trying to get J to answer her questions. But her speech was bad and J's wasn't much better with a heavy Irish accent so that the conversations went on for ages with each miss-hearing the other. At one point the woman asked 'Your father was a Duke?'. J looked up and back at the woman from his lying position and shouted 'I'm not stupid ya know!'. He tried to rise as if he were going to strike the woman with his stick. B tried to stop him and explain that the woman hadn't insulted him as he thought but was trying to say his father was a Duke. After a while things settled down. We went to leave and the women offered some spiritual sort of cards things, which may have also had a CD in them. They had chants, prayers and sayings as far as I could gather and the front had an elaborate motif on it with 'Spiritual' written into it. My friend (who believed in this stuff), bought a few of the cards as I tried to usher everyone else out of the door.