May 5, 2018
In last night’s dream I find myself looking for an Airbnb which I have reserved. It is a shared space. I drive around the block twice looking for the parking lot. I am struck how my memory has full awareness of this location even though I don’t recall ever being here before. This confusion causes me to miss the parking lot entrance even though I know exactly how to get there. Once I put my trust in my inner voice I am able to find the parking lot. I proceed to enter the rental unit and take a shower. I am in the shower with my socks on yet my socks are not getting wet. I now feel refreshed. I return to the bedroom I believe I rented but find there are two other individuals staying in what I believe is my space. I address the issue with the host who tells me that IS my space. I complain I rented the space for myself and assumed the house was shared not the bed I’d sleep in. Upset, I demand a refund. The man tells me he will issue me a refund but he can’t do it immediately. He can send it to me in the mail. I feel vulnerable knowing I don’t have lodging. I enter the three bedrooms to advise the guests about the discrepancy and injustice for them to witnesses the transaction occurring. Like cockroaches to light the guests scatter to busy themselves. I decide I will simply return home and consider it a loss. I feel justified in having received a refreshing shower and I’ve not lost my socks.
The parking lot sits on the top of a hill and there are steps which lead me there. At the top of the stairs is a walkway bridge with only the side railing and nothing to walk on. There are inner city children playing here unsupervised. The children are fearless. I wonder where they found the courage to do such risky things. There is a 2 yr old crossing a bottomless bridge. He is unafraid of falling. He has a cat’s tail on his diaper that allows him to balance on the railing. He has obviously done this before and is up to the challenge. I ask where the mother is but the kids don’t yet speak so they are unable to communicate with me other than to simply acknowledge.
As I woke up I ran to the bathroom and returned to get a few more minutes of sleep. As I closed my eyes I could see a black and white picture of me. The image came in closer and closer such that I could see the fine pixels which looked like rice.
Symbolism of Rice
Rice is an ancient symbol of wealth, success, fertility and good health. It is powerful. Tossing rice at the end of the ceremony is meant to symbolize rain, which is said to be a sign of prosperity, fertility and good fortune.