Garden full of Bees and Clothing Shop.

Night before last (Thursday)
I had a dream about first being on a raft with a friend we had a paddle each.  
Then a outside garden centre, there were bees' allover on the plants.  I was being given some hummm
perhaps it was petrified or fossilised wood.    Round and smooth like polished crystal but also slices of tree trunk... they were beautiful, cold and smooth and hard.     There were for a garden.

I'm back at a house, it's my new house (an old stone cottage set in farm and woodland and I'm in the back garden.  It's night and I'm gardening...  again the bees are there even though it's night, there is a waterfall running down the south of the garden, it's sloped down west to east.  
It's been neglected and I'm cutting back brambles that are overgrown and making space for the shrubs and flowers. 

At the end of the dream I walk to the front of the house that faces east to watch the sun rising.



- Last night.

First dream, I'm a teacher or teaching assistant at a university... it's multi national and we have students from all over the world and we are on a field trip. First part I really remember is standing on a street meeting the students of a coach.

Me and another teacher take them up and into another Uni building, we are using it as a sort cut to reach a museum.   I'm standing at doorways holding them open and making sure our group keeps together and heads the same way. 

At one point here a guy challenges me (He's a student at the Uni we are passing threw)  He asks me, 'Are your students language students'  there English is poor, worse than mine (He was Asian looking)  
I explain patiently that they are not specifically studying language but we they learn English as we study other subjects in a common tongue'

At the bottom of some stairs a bunch of the students are heading the wrong way...  I open what looks like a medieval fortified door (it's been painted in white gloss to look less wired) 

I open it into a gorgeous old walled garden it's got lush green grass and stone statues covered in moss and lichen, there is a river with a stone bridge too. 

The bridge leads to the entrance to the Museum, it's a huge stone arch also elaborately carved, I point the students in the right direction and wake up. 

Next dream.

I'm in the sea swimming with 2 other females, we are holding hands in a ring treading water.   We keep diving down to look below.     On the sea bed is the remains of an old Victorian terrace of pit workers houses.    All identical they have all eroded the same way, and sand built up the same way by each (shoved by the tide and currents)  

The floors and gardens are all soft white/yellow sand same as the sea bed and the top floors and roofs have all washed away.    Just the red bricks, and odd window hole smoothed buy the constant flow of water around and over them.     (I remember it was an island that had flooded)


ren [12:51 PM]
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Last dream, I'm with Jack. He's opening a business, a woman's clothing boutique and he wants me to come in as one of a number of partners. I'm reluctant as I'm not into clothing in my mind I consider that I might like to serve/ work there and help people try on clothes/outfits.

He's taking me to the street were the potential premises is while he tells me about it. It's an old fashioned market town (possibly a version of the place I live now I think it was, as the coaching inn's and alleyways were similar)
The streets are smooth cobble stone, the premises is on a road with a posh gift/chocolate shop it serves hot drinks too and has plush velvet and leather sofas that spill out onto the cobbled streets (I recalled I had worked in there, serving and wrapping chocolate gifts for people to give)
There is also an inn with blue painted shutters, it's all closed up.   As we arrive it's evening, and  everything's shutting up. 
There are lots of rough sleepers picking this place to sleep, the chocolate shop has dragged it's sofas outside for people to use rather than sleep on the hard cold cobbles. 
There are also strange looking beds with pull up hoods that look like very old fashioned prams also left out in a line in front of the closed Inn also for people to use. 
Me and Jack decide to spend the night too,  and pick a blue sofa against a wall.   We chat then doze,  waking as it gets light.  
One of the rough sleepers comes up to us.  She's middle ages and large, perhaps pregnant but is old to be pregnant.  She has wavy red hair and an eastern European accent. 
She wares a deep blue dress embroidered with gold vines and coloured flowers.   We make small talk then she sort of looms over Jack looking down at him on the sofa she spreads her arms wide and the dress has bat wings ( think I comment, Oh, you look like an owl)

She says to Jack.    'Ware the ones who come on board for there own gain. Hid your true wealth'

Then turns and goes,  Jack looks shaken up and we get of the sofa.   He wants to go consider what she said and we say goodbye and part.   I'm walking home next, across a large green rec field the sun is rising pink and  people are coming out to play sports.  I keep walking and walking until I'm back at my main dreamscape.

It's night again, the street lights have been switched off (light pollution or energy saving or something)  but it was black dark, no moon or clouds.    I know the layout well so was happy finding my way home in the black, at this point I hover just over the path as I can't see curbs or anything.  I'm hovering along in the black and pick up speed cause it's fun by the outline of buildings I realise I've passed my turning so slow to a stop.  

As I turn 2 kids are out in the dark, one is laying trying to trip people up.   I hover over him then pick him up and tell him not to be an ass, he might hurt someone.   and head back to the turn towards my main dream house.   As I turn the corner there is a street party/picnic happening.   Tables are spread and filled with people talking and eating, kids playing.  I wave hello and head into the estate, as I do I get a phone message from Jacks sister flash up on an old fashioned mobile phone.  I stuff it in my pocket with the intention of replying once home. 

One entering the estate its been snowing here, the snow is a couple of ft deep and I sink my fingers into a bush I walk past poking little holes into it.    

I wake up here.