Gypsy Dance

RomaniLast night I had a dream where I am on the 3rd floor of my house.  The windows are open but the bamboo shades are down.  I can feel a light breeze blowing through the room. I am desperately trying to clean out my living quarters to prepare myself for something that is about to happen.  I am preparing for a major change in my life and I want my life and my house to be in perfect order to give me the best possible start.  I have things laid out from my early life that no longer serve me.  I am wrapping these things in old cloths and throwing them out the window.  At the same time I am mentally working through my financial budget in my head.  I am aware that I have 10 thousand dollars at my disposal and I am mulling over how to best apportion the money.  My rational mind is telling me the last thing I want to do is buy a new car. 


As I am hurriedly emptying my living quarters I notice I no longer have any cloths left with which to wrap my possessions.  The only thing remaining are the bamboo shades which cover the windows and now look very old and extremely worn out.  Considering their present condition they too need to be thrown out so I decide to pull them off the windows and use them to wrap the final remaining items. 


Without the shades on the windows I now have a clear view of the wasteland just outside my house.  I start to feel a sense of panic. Have I done something wrong?  Have I thrown away something of value to me?  My next thought is, “Where have I placed my mother?  Have I thrown her out the window?”  I lean over the window sill to visually scan the landscape below for signs of my mother.  I can’t tell for sure.  Everything I’ve wrapped looks like bodies to me.  It is possible I’ve accidentally thrown my mother out.  I then start looking around the house for my mother.  The wave of panic now manifests as a large zebra skinned serpent.  It is coiling itself around me.  I can sense its incredible power.  Angry, I am fighting it off me while frantically looking for my mother.   I have half my focus on the serpent and half on finding my mother.  Distracted by my mother I can’t tell which end of the serpent is closest to me…the head or the tail.  Knowing the only way to effectively deal with the serpent is to confront it head on I turn to grab the serpent by the neck. 


In the scuffle, I sat up in bed and woke up to find a man standing at the foot of my bed.  His form was so dense I thought he might actually be a real man in my bedroom.  He held his right arm out with his palm facing down and his body slightly bent forward.  He wore a turban on his head and a flimsy shirt and baggy pants that were tight around his lower legs and a cloth tied around his waist.  He looked just like a Gypsy. He was trying to communicate something to me but I could not hear his voice.  I pointed at him fiercely saying you, you, you are the one who is preying on me.  He stood there for a long time and would not disappear.  I finally laid back down and ignored him but since I had to go to the restroom I angrily through the covers to the side and jumped out of bed.  When I returned the man was finally gone. 

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