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Jan. 29th, 2007 12:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
badstarBefore I went to sleep last night, I lit some incense and wrote a prayer..and then fell to slep very quickly.
I had a weird dream.
The first part of it that I remembered was being in a warehouse- no clue how I got thereor why I was there but it was full of boxes and stuff against the walls, and in the middle of the floor was a smal stack of boxes and stuff, and a fork lift. Several of these boxes had packing labels with my name on them. They were being shipped to an Air Force base in Chicago. (Apparently in my dream, I had joined the air force in some sort of civilian capacity) There was an older lady running the forklift and I looked at the boxes, then turned to her and asked if they were really mine. She said that they were. And then I asked if I was being transferred to Chicago...she said I was, today. iwas upset because I had just started taking some college classes, and a couple of other women came over and told me how other people were in the same situation, and they were all going to study education when they go to Chicago. They said that in such a way that they weren't directly saying that I should do the same thing, but it was pretty obvious that that was how they felt. and I was upset about going to Chicago from...wherever I was? Without any sort of warning. But I felt a little better when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
unprotoize walked in and reminded me that she was living in Chicago.
Weird. Really effing weird. No, i'm not moving to Chicago, haha. But it would seem that I should possibly keep my eye out for some sudden, unexpected event in which I eventually find some familiarity?
I had a weird dream.
The first part of it that I remembered was being in a warehouse- no clue how I got thereor why I was there but it was full of boxes and stuff against the walls, and in the middle of the floor was a smal stack of boxes and stuff, and a fork lift. Several of these boxes had packing labels with my name on them. They were being shipped to an Air Force base in Chicago. (Apparently in my dream, I had joined the air force in some sort of civilian capacity) There was an older lady running the forklift and I looked at the boxes, then turned to her and asked if they were really mine. She said that they were. And then I asked if I was being transferred to Chicago...she said I was, today. iwas upset because I had just started taking some college classes, and a couple of other women came over and told me how other people were in the same situation, and they were all going to study education when they go to Chicago. They said that in such a way that they weren't directly saying that I should do the same thing, but it was pretty obvious that that was how they felt. and I was upset about going to Chicago from...wherever I was? Without any sort of warning. But I felt a little better when
unprotoize walked in and reminded me that she was living in Chicago.Weird. Really effing weird. No, i'm not moving to Chicago, haha. But it would seem that I should possibly keep my eye out for some sudden, unexpected event in which I eventually find some familiarity?
