Woke from this dream….
It was my birthday, yet we were at my grandparents house in Africa.
For some reason my husband was being a real poop. He was shitty about something and not being very nice to me. This in turn made me poopy with him so I decided to head out to the car, opened the boot where for some reason we were keeping our wine and cheese and crackers. The crackers were in little single serve pre packaged little bags so I grabbed a few and stuffed them in my coat pockets.
I planned to walk down to the end of the garden to hop over the back fence, with my glass of wine, cheese and crackers, so I could go and join in on some other mysterious party which was happening somewhere out there in the bush. I figured I would have more fun there!
Just as I was about to leave my husband appeared…took a small box out of his pocket and abruptly said “Here!”
In it was a ring that in the dream I immediately knew as one that I had asked him for, or said I wanted.
Immediately my poopiness with him melted away because I realised how thoughtful he’d been.
It was a silver ring with something violet on it but it was weird because the decorative violet part (wasn’t a stone – more like a tiny watch face, but with no hands and I’m sure it had the letter V on it.) had to screw onto the ring. It was loose.
As I was holding it my husband said “Careful, I haven’t screwed it on yet…”
It was the tiniest weeniest screw.
As I was holding it the screw popped out and fell into the palm of my hand which immediately made me panic.
It rolled around and I tried to grasp it with my fingers but all of a sudden….murphy’s law, the screw rolled off my hand and fell onto the ground which was littered with leaves and sticks.
It was gone! We’d never find it! I felt so angry with myself, and disappointed and …..then I woke up with a massive coughing fit (at 5 am – and couldn’t go back to sleep!) and this is the only reason I remembered this dream.
I wonder what it means?
I have a screw loose?
The letter V….
I’m a loose screw?
Violet is the colour of spirituality. My spirituality is falling apart?
My husband is not connecting/fixing/ my Spirituality properly – or I’m not being careful with my own spirituality?
I’m a secret drunk…with stashes of alcohol hidden away?
And what of this party? I want to run away to find excitement, and possibly more cheese? (I ate cheese before bed.)
My other half would definitely say I have a screw loose.