There was a great tree, huge and ancient with a canopy that seemed to cover the land for as far as I could see. No matter where I was or what I was doing, the tree was always there at the back of my mind.
There was a job offer. At first I accepted the job but I was very reluctant. I eventually rejected the offer, and was made to feel as though I was disappointing the man who offered me the job. It was if he had done me a huge favour by offering me the job. Never the less, I stuck to my guns.
In the next scene I am travelling up an elevator in a building and looking back to see the man who had offered me the job. He was disappointed but I turned and continued up. The elevator was in a building that was in the shadow of the big tree.
Inside the building were a large number of modern masterpieces: paintings. I looked at these with a mixture of admiration and envy.
Some time later I was in a room with some friends. The room was quite high, almost like it was nestled in the boughs of the big tree. We were watching a football match when my mobile phone rang. Instead of talking I looked at it and the screen became a TV and I was watching someone in very bright colour (yellow jersey and green grass). The call meant that the little party was over and we started moving everything to the next room.
I strongly remember wrapping two pieces of very tender chicken so I could take some home. It was moist and tender. I took home half of a whole chicken. Some one else took the other half. The plate full of chicken was next to a vase full of flowers (they looked like Kangaroo paws) and I took some of these with me also. The room itself was very white.
Note:
I love to paint and my work is quite good, but I haven't had the opportunity to paint for a long time. I also have never had a chance to exhibit, perhaps through fear of failure.
The feeling in the dream that I had disappointed a number of people was very strong through the whole dream but it strangely exhilarated me that I was doing my own thing.
Dream edited for easier reading - JT, 2005
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