Morning Meds; 1 28 23
Short snapshot dream.
Looking out of my hallway window to the south towards a beauty salon.
This view is accurate with where I live.
At the east side of the beauty salon, I first see the silhouette of a full-grown goose.
It stretched its wings one right after the other.
Then I see a silhouette of a child’s beginners bicycle rolling in front of her.
End of dream.
When I followed the dream, I first thought about the goose and attempted to fly with it but was interrupted by thoughts of Mother Goose and the Goose that Laid the Golden Egg.
I think that is why there was a child’s bike; a bicycle is also a symbol of traveling on a journey.
When I went with the idea of these children’s tales, I saw myself as an ancient wandering traveler entering a city and strewn along the path were gold coins. I could pick up whatever I needed as I continued.
There wasn’t any sense of urgency to collect them, and it carried the feeling that whatever I needed would be provided.
I recently had a dream where I received three bars of gold about the size of bars of soap from out of a paper towel dispenser.
I interpreted that dream sequence as having to do with writing.
When I looked up what a goose means in a dream one interpretation was, “determination, purposeful movement, and being an able pilot for our life’s journey.”
It also said that when they used quills to write, a goose quill was considered the best.
Thought it was a fun fact because I would like to write some children’s books.
Meditative Imagery 