Dream: Dark People of the Salt

A couple of nights ago I dreamed I was in Waterloo or a similar city and there was salt everywhere. It was like being on a planet where the ground is mostly made up of salt.  Or maybe being in a canyon that had once been under the ocean and evaporation left behind a lot of salt. In any case, there were these immigrants everywhere, recently arrived from a county on the African continent.  They were using the salt to make things. One fellow had shaped a wheel out of salt and was using it to get around sort of unicycle fashion.  The person with me wanted to talk to the dark-skinned foreigners working the salt, but they did not speak English yet.

We ended up under a portico with some plump women who spoke a very thick dialect of a language I knew, so they started to talk to us.

What does salt mean? The dream is alchemical, that’s for sure. Transforming a common element into useful things, and this is being done by come parts of me that are still foreign to me…newly arrived on the scene.

Last night I dreamed I was a truck driver. I had this list of towns to go to with my load, but no map or schedule of when to be in which place. I got a bit lost, managed to make it to the first destination. I was trying to get the people at that warehouse (very friendly Arkansas folks) to help me with directions to my next stop.

There was a large hawk in the nearby field.

Then I was somewhere else, like a house or studio, and I found a book Elspeth had been working on. It was still in the form of long story boards and she had begun blocking in some of the colours.  I took a pencil and began to shade in some areas and then realized that if she was planning to fill in those areas with paint, I had just messed things up.  So I went looking for one of those white erasers that do such a good job.

There was also a scene where I passed by my former sister-in-law R and my nephew M.  They were returning from school or work and were putting back on some layers of colourful fleeces for the bike ride home.

Oh, and then there was the water. I wanted to take a brain damaged fellow to a book store but we had to cross a moat-like area of water to get there. He dove right in and I proceeded to take off some layers of clothing, set aside my wallet but take out my debit card so I could pay for the books when I got there. I felt bad for keeping the guy waiting in the water, but he said it was okay and swam on.

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I can tell two things right away about these dreams. For one, they are not repetitions of any of my regular motifs. New dreams they are. Secondly, thank goodness a new patterns has arisen in my dreams that I now have money on me.  I used to always dream about being somewhere away from home and needing food or lodging or a bus ride and I had no money.  Frustrating! But now in every dream I have credit cards or debit card or cash…wads of it. Sometimes I have so much that I’m giving some away.

Last night I threw the I Ching and got #19 Lin.