Lost My Ticket 8/28/22

I am at a dream conference. It is in a city. I am out walking in the city. I hear this beautiful music. There are many string instruments and no vocals. I ask a young woman about getting a ticket to go hear them. The ticket usually costs $35, but she sells it to me for $5. We then walk to the concert ( we were right outside the concert, but now have to walk a block or so). We line up. Just so many people are allowed in at a time. I am excited and the other people around me are excited as well.

I had the ticket in my hand the whole time and now it is not there. I look through my pockets and my purse and cannot find it. I am frustrated. The young woman and I go back to her house. Outside her door are a few containers. We are to put our belongings in one of them for safe keeping. I have an iPad. I first put it in a container with ashes. I take it out and put it in a clean container. There is now a 12 year old boy there and he is helping. He is related to the young woman.

A scene where I am at the conference. I go into an old bathroom. The building itself is very old. The bathroom is old, but clean. I sit down on the toilet. I see a large (one foot long) turquoise lizard by my feet. It starts crawling up my leg. It tickles. I take it off. When I get up I see a pink lizard as well.

Some scene or another dream with children around 5 to 6 years old. They are climbing up a tree to a roof top. I am on the roof. I tell them to be careful. They are having a great time. I tell them I used to climb trees when I was young.

Lizards have a keen attention to the environment. Be in sync with nature.

Large, Black Boxes 8/24/22

I am with some people. There are one of three groups we are to get into. The first group is generic, the second is women who have committed adultery and the third are people who go to Arizona. I wonder if I have committed adultery. I go to the Arizona group.
We all get black boxes of files. There are no instructions. I ask questions to others and they know no more than I do. Then I find a secretary who says I need to read the files. The files are on students there. I am told I cannot take the black box away. I am to meet Paul. I decide to skim the files. I do not have a classroom of students. I am in Special Education and have fewer numbers of students.

Creating Mystery 7/27/22

I am going to a resort with two others: a woman like Nori from the dream conference and a guy. We are walking to a resort; like a resort on a Minnesota lake. We plan to swim but the water may be too cold.
We get to a cabin. My sister, Chris, is there. Nori gives me a painting lesson.She sets up a large canvas with an abstract painting all in blues. She paints some black paint over the left side of the painting with blue coming through from the back. I can see a woman’s and a man’s face. It is like a rorschach. Nori says now I am to talk to them and create mystery.
Chris and Nori are sitting on the ground and are joyfully singing together.
I then realize I need to introduce the two people I am with to Chris, but will do so afterwards. (it is like Nori is two different people?)

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