where is the map

This is fun dream. I was able to fly and be invisible. 

I was a worker in a ceramic and glass factory. The room I was in was full of shelves of glass or ceramic bowls, vases, and boxes. All shapes sizes, colors and styles.

When I didn’t feel like working and wanting to explore all the cool things in the room. I would become invisible and fly around. I think I was as small as a bat. I could fly through tight spots.

While I was flying around I noticed I missed a shelf and carefully flew through the tight spot. One wrong move all the things on the shelves could have come crashing down.

I noticed the music being played. It sounded like Christmas music. I paid closer attention. It was actually a soundtrack to a movie. We were listening to a movie. It was a Winnie the Pooh movie. The finale and after the last song, the movie ended with the words, “Where is the map?” The movie stopped right there.

I became visible. I was standing next to an older woman. I said to the woman I loved that movie and the ending. Like I watched this movie before. I said they never did make another movie to tell us what happened to the map.

 

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where’s my car

I was in a store, I was a team member. It was Christmas; there was a contest, to see who could complete a given shopping list in the fastest time. Well I tested this contest myself to see if I could do it myself real fast.

I spent a long time looking for a particular charcoal, I could not remember where it was moved to. It was on special deal really recent.

Before I knew it, it was closing time. I was helping the store manager close down the store with other team members.

We had the store front all reorganized. We were in the back, waiting for the store manager to close the store.

Then she realized we needed to get the shipment in the loading dock into the store.

I witnessed this little black dude volunteer to move it.

It was a huge pallet full of goods. He quickly picked the whole thing up and moved it.

There was this guy, he was like clinging to me and he thought he was helping me. Telling me how wonderful I was. How I can do anything I set my mind to.

But he was annoying!

Somehow I end going home with him.

I couldn’t find my car.

That put me in a position where this guy became quite valuable to me. I had to ask this guy for help.

Then I flashed back trying to figure out why I didn’t have my own car.

Flashback

I was back at my home, where I was getting ready for work. I was fighting with my husband for the bathroom. I had to be a work at 4 pm. Everyone took a car, or forgot to leave me a car, or someone gave me a ride to work.

I was really worried. What if I had no one to help me get to work? I didn’t want to be dependant on anyone.

I was really close to getting up to look in the garage to see if my car was still there.

 

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