Dream interpretation

This is a dream journal. The intention behind it is to also give interpretations on the recorded dreams. In my experience, much of the dream content is prophetic and can be linked to events following the night of dreaming.
Throughout the year 2013 I will keep to the discipline of recording my dreams every morning and interpreting them every evening. That way, people may start to get a feel of how dream symbolism works.

Saturday, 17 November 2012

The Special Aubergine

1. Big Hall of Bookshops

At last I arrive at the shop. But this is more like a fair. It is inside, most of it, and dark, crowded. Books everywhere. We have a stand somewhere, I know where it is. I see my colleagues. I'll say hello in a minute. First I explore. I have to be somewhere specific. 
I have got an aubergine with me, but I want a better one, and I think I know just the place, so I go there. It is behind a certain corner of the place, then down a long lane, sloping downward. Small pathway. Downstairs are more shops, but looks more like a market, sooq maybe. There I will find what I need. I turn left after exploring a little bit, then I go to a particular place, there is no one there, but the crate with aubergines is there. They look different than the one I have, these are the ones I've been looking for. They are purple, but also dappled, yellowish. And much softer. I take a large one with me. They are larger than the usual. They are a kind I don't know.
Now I have to be careful, because this aubergine is rather floppy and I fear it will break and explode and water will spill, or juice will spill. This way I go back, but I keep running around a long time with this in my hands. 
Then I finally go to work, not that I have to, but a woman asks me where the second part of Sylvia Day is. At this time we are in the big hall, behind the counter, and my colleagues are there. I catch Keva and asks him where the book his. He points and I go and look, but I don't find it. I look more and spend a lot of time looking, but I can't find it. Even when I realize the woman has already gone a long time, I am still looking for the book. 
There's also shelves with food behind the counter, I go there and take my pick. This is only for me. I eat.
 

1 comment:

  1. Interpretation.
    The fragment about the book by Sylvia Day may relate to Krvh ringing me up. I clearly sense she waits till I invite her over, but I don't.

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