I was sitting in a waiting room and this older woman GP came in with my mother in tow and told me I was pregnant. I did not argue but did wonder how. They then left to go back to her rooms which were a fair distance away.
Later I went to pick up my mother at the doctor’s rooms. She wasn’t there and I got the impression from the receptionist that the GP wasn’t either.
I walked out of the doctor’s rooms and found I had to climb up some steep steps, which were fairly wide, rough sandstone with maybe tree roots running across them. The steps had very wide tops and short risers and had some trees around them.
It was at this point I thought my car was missing. I thought that whoever was driving my car had my mother as his passenger.
As I got to the top of the steps, the picture seemed to change, almost as though I had missed something, and I seemed a long way away from where the steps were, and seemed to be walking around the big block. I knew I had to walk back and found myself walking along the left hand side of a road, back to where I thought I had to go. It seemed miles I was walking: I was walking on grass and was alone. There were houses along this road on the left, at least and there seemed to be a main road. I knew I had to get to as far as I could see below the brow of the hill.
Then I was a passenger in a car looking for my car along some narrow streets in a different area. I thought I saw it in a street to my left, backing into a parking spot. So I directed the driver to turn down the next street on the left. He missed the first street on the left and took the second leading back to where I thought I saw my car. When we got back to the car, it turned out just to look like mine but had the wrong number plate. I was wondering why there was another car just like mine, when my car was one of a kind (which it is).
We were then in this big building with a lot of passages, still looking for my car and my mother. This building seemed to be where I was heading at the furthest part along the road I mentioned earlier, where I was walking on the grass.
We walked up a dark steep passage but found nothing. I was walking down another sloped passage, wood walled and covered over in wood, when we saw an opening on our right. The whole building seemed to be wood. Walking out this opening we found we had to climb up this framework to get back to where we came in, like another passage but in the open air.
My mother was now lagging behind, but I think she might have been there following along in this building. The man climbed up and I was next. I found it very difficult but he was trying to help me. I turned to my mother and told her to go back into the other passage and go out that way, as she wouldn’t be able to climb up here, and that we would meet her out there. I turned and found I had climbed up but had to get across floor bearers as there was no floor.
Dream edited for easier reading - JT, 2005
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