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Night Walk Through Filbert Orchard

sealchan

Well-Known Member
Here is a very recent dream I thought I would share. I will probably come back and analyze it myself or use it to talk about how I find dreams valuable ways of understanding one's self. Any sincere thoughts welcome.


December 4, 2019

I stood looking out across the street [east] at a Filbert orchard on the other side. I was out to go for a walk in the dark of night. Under my right arm I carried a very large boxed Lego kit. In my left hand, I carried a small, open cloth bag. I went along the road to my left [north] and then crossed the road to my right [east] to enter into the Filbert orchard right where it ended at an older home on a neighboring property. Passing the home on my left where no lights were on, I angled right [southeast] again to enter the midst of the orchard.

Almost immediately I emerged into an opening, a break in the regular pattern of the Filbert trees. Here tall green grass grew although it was gray in the light reflected from the clouds and coming from the populous bedroom community beyond the orchard. Up in the sky ahead of me I saw the dark circular base of a cumulonimbus cloud and wondered to myself if it would yield lightning and a downpour.

I heard voices somewhere nearby. A young boy spoke excitedly to a man. I looked up at what I thought they might be looking at, to my left [northwest]. Against the dark clouds I saw a giant spool of golden thread moving in the opposite direction. I looked more closely and saw a plane or helicopter above it with two lines going down that held the spool to the plane. I believed that the boy and the man, a son and his father, were looking at this too. I heard the boy also say, “And that is where ___ lives” which I took to mean his friend. “And there…” I knew that the boy was pointing in the opposite direction [south] to indicate where else his friend was at.

I continued walking up onto a large either circular or square mound of earth which brought me up to about the tops of the trees. I could see before me [southeast] a gorgeous scene of red light behind billowing clouds in the night sky.

At the top I found a family and the boy and his father were looking up. Another child was nearby perhaps at the bottom of the mound [east]. Standing near the father and his son was the mother. She was Asian and had curly hair. She had an older camera with large lens. I may have smiled as I passed but I didn’t say anything. I felt that in the night I may have been intruding or presented something of a potential threat. The woman caused the camera to take pictures repeatedly and automatically. As I was walking away, back down the mound on the opposite side I had come up it from, I turn back to see the woman/mother with the camera pointed at me as it clicked repeatedly taking pictures.

Down from the mound again I approach the road ahead [south]. Near to it I adjust my grip of my left hand which is holding an open cloth bag. I can see its contents, threatening to spill out. They are all large wooden cubes that are a part of a game. Still holding the large box under my right arm I manage to better close up the cloth bag in my left hand.

I contemplate my path going forward. I had originally wanted to go back the way I came, but I sensed that my time for walking was running out. I decided instead to turn right [west] along the road and return home by completing the circle and arriving sooner than returning the way that I had come. I realized that this was a pleasantly practical choice.
 
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