I had a dream that I was carrying money in my hand, which of course is the worst position to be in, and I couldn’t find a place to go to conceal it and people were becoming interested, coming after me.
Also there was a woman in my dream I remembered from my childhood. She was very kind to me. As a child I didn’t recognize it as I do now. In my waking life, I was the smartest kid in the school the principal said. I don’t doubt her, at the time I got straight-A’s. I got awards from the school board but for some reason I was unhappy in this after school program. I actually know why but I’ll reserve that.
This person I had totally forgotten about, but might as well be a marker, a stub for that time.
Anyway I’ll always remember they thought I would go far and there was supposed to be an end of year certificate they designed to present the kids “cars” in a public ceremony. This is real life again.
I got wind that they were supposed to “award me a Porsche”
but as a child I was misled: this old guy who lived near us drove an “old” Porsche so I thought it was less than. (They thought I was smart and was going to grow up and make lots of money.)
So like an idiot, I asked my award to be changed to a Volvo, since I saw these (really in hindsight scraping- by families on the Girl Scout troop) driving Volvos and thought was the sh!t.
I’ll reserve analysis for now.
