2 recurring dream themes: travel and colors

Date: 12/29/2016

By Purple

In my dream, I was buying a bus ticket. The bus already had passengers boarded. The ticket agent went from nice to mean. I could tell that at the end, she was being vindictive because of her racism. (Note: yesterday morning's commute had me bump shoulders with someone exiting the train. I thought nothing of it, as its rush hour. The other person gave me a look of hatred. I could tell right away she was prejudice. Not my vibrational frequency. I let her go first and let her think she "won." Int'l know that my spiritual plane is higher than hers.) I asked the bus driver to wait, by flailing my arm to signal for his attention. Acknowledged. The ticket agent asked a bunch of personal questions that had nothing to do with needing a ticket. I hastily answered while she filled out the 8.5 x 11 triplicates and handed me 1-2 copies and kept one for herself. The small ticket she was holding on to was next, and she barely held it out for me. I was about to take it, but she stubbornly held it tightly and it nearly ripped. It's bizarre, because she was nice and normal first, and then her prejudices showed at the end of our transaction. Riding the bus for a while, along the route, the bus stopped and I was on the fifth or sixth floor of the bus looking below, out the window. In waking life, I know this is odd. I have never seen anything taller than a double-decker bus. Looking below, I saw Gail D struggling to keep a very tall door opened. I yelled down to Gail, “I got it, it's okay. You can let go.” The door handle was directly outside my window, so I kept door open, though it was a bit of a struggle for me to keep it open. I still felt I had more strength than Gail, and I had leverage on my side, too. It's as if Gail was waiting for someone. The woman who entered the door ignored Gail and her efforts. Gail finally let go when the woman entered. Scene changed Helen S gave me a plant with 4-5 different things growing in it. It was a window planter, and the plant all the way on my left (Helen's right) was visibly not planted properly, or it had been uprooted. Helen also gave me a soda bottle and some other bottle that had a sprinkler in the cap. Clever. As I was going home, suddenly I was also carrying a bag of other recyclables and many bags of colorful candy. The candy was in shapes and sizes I had not seen in real life. (Note this is the second time this month I had a dream of sweets in various playful colors.) I immediately W anted to give the candy away and discard the recyclables I was in my building and went to third floor. That didn't seem right. Not the floor I live on. I saw a Mexican woman with 6-8 kids, all different ages, and all well dressed in colorful clothes. They look well-behaved and as if they were about to go to a party. I thought about giving them the candy, then felt bad that the woman would have to deal with kids high on sugar, so I didn't give the candy to them. Then I went to 4th floor, which also didn't seem right. Here is where i discarded the recyclables. I had thoughts that I should be on sixth floor? I started to walk toward stairs and had to open fire door in hallway to reach stairs. Dream fades.