A Dream
I had this dream last night that I just remembered. I was in someone’s living room in San Francisco, and one of them was there with me. Actually, we were sitting on the couch together, across from another couch full of a number of people. There were also people standing up, it was some kind of small party, and whoever owned the house was there among them. Then, who pulls up–in the gold Lamborghini her dad had bought for her mom–but the other one. She comes in, and there we all are, this random group of people, me, and the two of them, there in one room, at the same place, at the same time, being really nice to one another. These people have never met, so that was bizarre enough, but I took the image of the two of them smilingly, though of course warily, introducing themselves to one another to mean something about what I should do, some action my subconscious is telling my I should take. Whether or not I should listen to it is another question entirely, but that aside the image was extremely striking, and even more weird. The gold Lamborghini really made me laugh, but seeing those two together, same place, same time, all smiles, it was nothing short of bizarre. It may also be a message that I should be slightly less serious about certain things. Those two in a room together, introducing themselves, and being extremely friendly: I’m not too into moralism, but I could only take it as a message, nothing less than some kind of self-instruction.