Dream #13: I'm with my family. We are driving to a restaurant in the mountains. The cold and snow are a welcome respite from summer's heat. Along the way we stop to see an art installation. Someone has carved many magnificent animals out of ice.
Dream #12: A friend has asked me to watch over their bees. They are kept in a large wooden filing cabinet, reminiscent of an old card catalog. I pull out some of the drawers to check. Only a handful remain. I wonder if the colony is suffering from CCD. I hope my friend will understand that there was nothing I could do.
Responsibility, productivity, professional development. (Sometimes my goals seem so out of reach.)
Dream #11: I came upon an old train car. It was mostly red with a dark interior. There were people gathered inside. They were sitting at tables and chairs.
When I removed the top to take a sip, a flame appeared in place of water. A plume of blue fire flickered in the cup in my hands. I could not drink and set it down again in amazement.