I managed to renew my driving license without drama, despite it being overdue. Thank goodness!
Nobody asked any questions at VicRoads. They processed it, I had a new mug shot taken, a few minutes later was given my new plastic license card -- and that was that! All done with no fuss for the next 10 years.
Whew!
I'm so glad I didn't have to do the whole thing again from the start. I would have been made to go for my car license then my motorbike license all over again. The expense of that would have been enormous.
So now I'm really happy. I'm going to crank up the old bike and take her out on the road.
See ya soon...!!
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Strange Dream
Last night I dreamed I was in a shop or restaurant type building. I was making a steak sandwich for my husband, Geoff.
Outside, I saw a man wander up to the window. He was an older man, perhaps in his 60s with blonde hair. Even though I didn’t recognise the man, I knew him as my father. He was wearing a very heavy overcoat over a light coloured shirt and beige trousers.
As I watched, he collapsed onto the pavement. A woman who was passing by ran to his aid.
I raced out of the shop leaving the steak on the grill. The door shut behind me.
Outside, I knelt beside the man whom I knew as my father. I knew him as an alcoholic. His face was lined and old before its time. His clothes were old and dirty. It seemed to me that he’d been gone for a long time.
He was dying, and as I held him he tried to tell me he was sorry and that he loved me, but the words wouldn’t come out. I told him I loved him.
His face changed. It lightened. He looked years younger and the lines disappeared. A wonderful, glowing expression of peace came over him and he died smiling.
I turned to one of the male shop assistants. Again this was not someone I knew. He had followed me out of the shop. I said: “Did you see that? Did you see his face? It changed. Did you see it?” I was very excited and full of the wonder of it all. I’m not sure that the assistant had seen what I’d seen.
I seemed to need someone other than myself to have seen the wonderful transformation in the dying man.
We both looked into the shop and saw that the steak was smoking. I tried to get back inside but the door was locked. I turned to the assistant and said: “I can’t get in. The steak is burning.”
He turned the knob and opened the door. It wasn’t locked. I remember thinking that it was strange that I thought the door was locked. I took the steak off the grill and turned it off. The steak was well done but not burnt. I said to the assistant: “Geoff will have that. He likes it well done.”
Then we both went outside to where a crowd was gathering for the man’s funeral.
The shop turned into a small funeral parlour. It was narrow and dark. There were a lot of people sitting close together on the crowded pews. There was a beautiful coffin on a stand at the alter waiting for the man to be placed in it.
Outside there were many grieving relatives. Most of them were elderly people. I didn’t recognise any of their faces. I tried to tell them not to be so sad, that he died in peace with a smile.
When I looked across at the dead man, relatives were trying to put him into an antique wicker baby’s pram or dolls pram. This disturbed me a little as I thought it was a bit disrespectful, but I said nothing. The dead man was still smiling and his face was peaceful, but the wonderful radiance had gone.
I went back inside and was talking to the relatives. I was very sad for the loss of this man. I comforted one older woman and told her that I was leaving now. I told her that I was with him when he died and I’d said my goodbyes already. I didn’t need to stay for the funeral.
They all looked around and smiled and nodded. They were happy for me to leave.
I left.
That was the end of the dream. Very weird. Very disturbing. This dream is significant in some way, but I can’t quite grasp the meaning of it. I know that dreaming of funerals of people you don’t recognise sometimes means the loss of a relative that you’re not particularly close to, and could mean good luck or an unexpected inheritance. Seeing a coffin in a dream sometimes means good luck as well. I’m not sure if seeing the baby’s pram in the dream means anything at all. It was strange and out of tune with the rest of the dream. It felt wrong to me in the dream but I said nothing. I didn’t appear to have the right to say anything. I seemed to be a part of this dream family, and yet not a part of it. They all knew me and cared about me, but there was a feeling of time, distance… something.
There was such a feeling of sorrow and loss about this dream. It concerns me a bit. The connection and disconnection to the grieving relatives could mean my natural family who I don’t really know all that well. It could also mean my adopted family of which I’m a part and yet not a part of.
My guess is that some relative of mine will die soon. It seems to be an older person. I’m not sure which family this will be from. It could be either.
I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.
Outside, I saw a man wander up to the window. He was an older man, perhaps in his 60s with blonde hair. Even though I didn’t recognise the man, I knew him as my father. He was wearing a very heavy overcoat over a light coloured shirt and beige trousers.
As I watched, he collapsed onto the pavement. A woman who was passing by ran to his aid.
I raced out of the shop leaving the steak on the grill. The door shut behind me.
Outside, I knelt beside the man whom I knew as my father. I knew him as an alcoholic. His face was lined and old before its time. His clothes were old and dirty. It seemed to me that he’d been gone for a long time.
He was dying, and as I held him he tried to tell me he was sorry and that he loved me, but the words wouldn’t come out. I told him I loved him.
His face changed. It lightened. He looked years younger and the lines disappeared. A wonderful, glowing expression of peace came over him and he died smiling.
I turned to one of the male shop assistants. Again this was not someone I knew. He had followed me out of the shop. I said: “Did you see that? Did you see his face? It changed. Did you see it?” I was very excited and full of the wonder of it all. I’m not sure that the assistant had seen what I’d seen.
I seemed to need someone other than myself to have seen the wonderful transformation in the dying man.
We both looked into the shop and saw that the steak was smoking. I tried to get back inside but the door was locked. I turned to the assistant and said: “I can’t get in. The steak is burning.”
He turned the knob and opened the door. It wasn’t locked. I remember thinking that it was strange that I thought the door was locked. I took the steak off the grill and turned it off. The steak was well done but not burnt. I said to the assistant: “Geoff will have that. He likes it well done.”
Then we both went outside to where a crowd was gathering for the man’s funeral.
The shop turned into a small funeral parlour. It was narrow and dark. There were a lot of people sitting close together on the crowded pews. There was a beautiful coffin on a stand at the alter waiting for the man to be placed in it.
Outside there were many grieving relatives. Most of them were elderly people. I didn’t recognise any of their faces. I tried to tell them not to be so sad, that he died in peace with a smile.
When I looked across at the dead man, relatives were trying to put him into an antique wicker baby’s pram or dolls pram. This disturbed me a little as I thought it was a bit disrespectful, but I said nothing. The dead man was still smiling and his face was peaceful, but the wonderful radiance had gone.
I went back inside and was talking to the relatives. I was very sad for the loss of this man. I comforted one older woman and told her that I was leaving now. I told her that I was with him when he died and I’d said my goodbyes already. I didn’t need to stay for the funeral.
They all looked around and smiled and nodded. They were happy for me to leave.
I left.
That was the end of the dream. Very weird. Very disturbing. This dream is significant in some way, but I can’t quite grasp the meaning of it. I know that dreaming of funerals of people you don’t recognise sometimes means the loss of a relative that you’re not particularly close to, and could mean good luck or an unexpected inheritance. Seeing a coffin in a dream sometimes means good luck as well. I’m not sure if seeing the baby’s pram in the dream means anything at all. It was strange and out of tune with the rest of the dream. It felt wrong to me in the dream but I said nothing. I didn’t appear to have the right to say anything. I seemed to be a part of this dream family, and yet not a part of it. They all knew me and cared about me, but there was a feeling of time, distance… something.
There was such a feeling of sorrow and loss about this dream. It concerns me a bit. The connection and disconnection to the grieving relatives could mean my natural family who I don’t really know all that well. It could also mean my adopted family of which I’m a part and yet not a part of.
My guess is that some relative of mine will die soon. It seems to be an older person. I’m not sure which family this will be from. It could be either.
I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.
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