I was on a tiny bike, and I dropped off something to a woman on the corner of a street that was on 'the other side' of one of the main streets where I grew up. I dropped off a calculator to her, but it didn't work. I had an extra one on me so I offered it to her to.
I kept biking and went by a little parkette and noticed that it seems a lot smaller than I remembered, realizing that it had been many years since I was there. There were 2 guys there that looked a little like hoodlums but they were actually fixing bikes, and they helped me fix mine.
2 comments:
That dream shows you how generous you are Shannon and I love that the scary guys ended up being helpful, instead of hoodlums. I wonder what riding the bike meant?
I didn't realize you were writing in this blog again, sorry about that!
Wow, what an interesting dream.
It seems short but packed with meaning. Things aren't always what they seem.
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