WARNING: Childbirth dream.
I was working at McCains again. I was wondering how I got to be working there because I already had a full time job. I was working at a little cubicle beside my aunt M. I would do my work, surf the web,do a bit more work. It was a pretty easy job. Someone walked by and handed out a jewelry pamphlet. Then another percent went behind her and handed out a different one. I said “I should hand out my Stella & Dot books too!” A woman heard me say it and said “Oh! I would like to buy something!” She wanted to by the interlock cross necklace and maya pendant. The next (what seemed like LONG) part of my dream was me tryign to find the prices on my app (which didn’t work), then just guessing and trying to add up all the prices with shipping and tax on my phone calculator (which didn’t work). Getting desperate to get it done, the woman had already left and I was tryign to get it all figured out but nothing was working. Finally I just decided to do it in my head and ballpark it.
And why doesn’t my phone work? And how the heck do I use the payphone??!” He got me a drink but it didn’t help any. He changed the setting on my phone to make it work, and he told me I needed to use all the quarters at once to make the payphone work.
I was at my house that I grew up in, downstairs. My friend A was there and she had a special swaddling blanket. She was showing me how to swaddle a baby the African way. It was different because you put the blanket on from the front instead of wrapping the baby from behind. She showed me a few times on my doll. I thought I could remember but when I went to try, I couldn’t. I asked her mom to show me again, thinking if I tried a second time it would be better. I tried again and I was getting better. I was playing with my doll, and I was burping it and it actually spit up on my shoulder. I was so amazed that it actually spit up! I was telling my friends there and they thought it was normal. I looked at the other doll there and saw that it just had a tiny hole to drink milk through.
We were at a house- iT may have been a vacation house. I wanted to go outside and play. I had this musical instrument. It was like a stick with wooden looking shells attached that if you shook it, it would make a beautiful sound. I went outside and danced around the backyard, and shook the instrument. I had a rhythm going that I loved. I would shake one side and it would make a soft sound, and if I turned it around, it would make a more musical sound. I thought to myself, I should get all of the other kids around to come out and do the same thing. I would teach them the rhythm and it would sound so beautiful. Suddenly, I sensed there was a bear near. Just as I turned, a white bear emerged from the wooded area to my left. It was beautiful, but I ran to the house. I was grateful that the door wasn’t locked. I watched the bear from the window and called my husband to come see. I picked up the camera and took pictures. There were three white bears now.
We were at a place, and we were looking through piles of used clothes, trying to find something cute to wear. There was more before this but I can’t remember clearly so I will just start from here. Suddenly, the ground started to shake. At first we thought it was a hurricane or a tornado and we were scared. Then we realized it must be an earthquake! So, we all started running from a small building that was on a big flat open field. We all ran to the open field, knowing that this would be the safest place in an earthquake. We made sure we were far enough from the small building. (The building was old and made of gray stone).
I was a teacher, and in charge of my small class of elementary school students. We had gone to a competition, and it was time to compete. Four of my students and I would participate. We got lined up and ready- we had to jim down an aisle (like a bowling alley lane) with our feet together and our arms out. The first student went really slow, and I thought “Yeesh! Speed it up!”. Then it was my turn and I realized it wasn’t AS easy as I had thought. My students were giving up so I ended up going for most of the turns myself.
Then we changed areas, and we were working on something else. One student, a chubby chubby boy, didn’t want to come. I asked hima nd he refused. I went over to talk to him. I told him I would be leaving soon, so move to Canada, and it would be the last chance I had to be with him,a nd I would be so happy if he would join me (I guess we were in Korea). That worked, and he came to join us.
Class finished later, and I was with the other teachers. They were Korean, and the one in charge was named Jinny. She was really cranky! I told the other teacher that I used to know a person with the same name, and same face in another place I had worked. They were talking about a radio show, and said maybe I would be on the show. They thought I would be nervous but I told them I was used to being on the radio, so not to worry.
I walked back to where everything had begun, way earlier in the dream (?), and I had to find my locker. I was wandering around, and I saw a help desk, but didn’t think they could help me. A young guy behind the desk said “Is there anything at all I can help you find?”. I walked up to the desk (there were three guys behind it), and said “Well, I don’t even know how you would help me, or how to ask, but I can’t remember how to get to my locker”. He was happy to help, and asked me my name. He was explaining how to get back there but I wasn’t really taking it in, just pretending I was. He was behind glass, and there was one of those little holes for him to talk through. I put my ear up to it to try and hear him better. When I looked at the other guys behind the glass, I noticed them looking at me dreamily with smiles and their chins resting in their hands, with their elbows on the desk. Oh! They seemed mesmerized by me for some reason! The first guy who I had been talking to, got up from the desk, came around, and told me he would take me there himself.
We started walking together down the hall, and I noticed he was taller than me. He had light coloured hair as well. Suddenly, as I knew he would, he took my hand. I was a little embarrassed, wondering why he held my hand. I was hoping none of my friends would see me, and think I had a boyfriend on the first day of going to this place. His hand was warm and a bit rough. I walked uneasily down the hallway, comforted by his help, but embarrassed about the hand holding.
We were looking at food for some reason. He wanted me to pick out food for meals. He said we should plan ahead. He said we should think about what to eat in every situation. He said “If I broke up with you, what would you want to eat?” And I thought to myself “Break up with me? What the heck?! Are you delusional? You’re not really my boyfriend!”
On another note. I dreamed about Leonardo Da Vinci. He came for some reason. And there was a question asked to everyone. Somehow I knew the answer. It was a question about him, and I answered with something about creativity, and helping foster creativity in sensitive people. About helping them be happy by giving space and nurturing for creativity. I don’t remember the whole dream, but I know that Leonardo Da Vinci loved me, and I loved him too.