Strange dream, I’m with friends and we are looking at the beach huts on the beach front. These huts are motorised just like an RV. They drive right up to and in the water, open out the front facing the sea. There were many huts like this along the beach. Others were taking their positions as we watched.
I find myself walking along a a concrete walkway directly on the sea front on a very bright day.
There are two people here I know in daily life. Where we are going I do not know. I look to my left and see what can only be described as a view you get when climbing flights of stairs in an office block, looking over and down at the point where the railings are you see through to the depths below.
I could see multiple levels connected by what seemed to be a train in the from of a ski lift but traveling down at a 45 degree angle. The carriage was a bright yellow with black lines just like that of a JCB. I had the impression it was a public transport system, the view we had was from an engineers view point and not usually available to the public. To get to this vantage point I had to climb down and now found it difficult to get back to where my friends were, I could call to them and hear their responses clearly. I took another route, over the wall to my right, lowered myself down to the level below and continued to walk quickly along the walkway to a point where I could climb up and meet with my friends again.
I was able to get a head and climb the stairs to the higher level, as I was walking back to the point where my friends were, a young lady called out to me, run up with here friend and took an arm either side of me. The girl on my left said a mutual friend of hers and mine suggested she talks to me she said with a beautiful smile, I was in need of company and here I am she said!
The two girls looked identical, same height as me except the girl to my left was wearing light blue grey high heels. Her hair was a beautiful blond and eyes of sapphires.
I awoke to another morning, outside the sun is shining brightly with a light frost on the ground.
I had what I would call a very warm dream this morning. The air humid but not to the extent of being over oppressive.
I’ve had similar dreams to this many times, I’m at a beach resort on a bright sunny day and come to a wide river 100 meters or more in width. I need to cross, the river is deep and slow moving with the water dropping over a dam like structure. There are stepping stones here, 50cm square with 10cm gaps. I walk the line and reach the other side and continue my walk.
A scene in my head of being in a car park outside an airport on a sunny island. I’m with a group of people returning to my car, but the car is no longer where I left it. The car park is like a field of dirt tracks, where deep rail tracks have ground into the earth over many years. I find my car, it’s an American 1950’s style car with wide tail wings. There is issue as to which direction we go, left or right, we choose right which turns out to be the wrong way. We finally end up leaving the car and continue on foot. At this point we are close to the sea, but are in a built up area walking along modern roadways and buildings. Someone asks a local for directions, this is a guy in his 60’s who clearly doesn’t understand English and ignores the question.
We find ourselves on a road leading to the sea front, this is a place I know because I’m aware that we have arrived further along the coast than expected. The coastal location is a fishing port with many fishing boats moored along the roadside and harbor. We turn right and can see the beaches in the distance. There are street traders along the path with tourist gifts and handmade crafts for sale, I see these people often but don’t know them personally.
We find ourselves at a car breakers yard on a main road, we know these people and they know us well. Much of the yard is undercover with many oily car parts piled up high around us. We are sitting in a group chatting. A very loud noise is heard and a pile of car parts to my left fall through a opening in the ground and disappear.
A great deal of time must have passed, we revisited the scrap yard only to find the yard locked up and deserted. There is a note that had been placed by the authorities out side the main door which said the yard had been repossessed.
The conversation between us stated the guys were well gone and this would not be a problem for them, it was just a cover for other dubious businesses they were involved in.