There was an old lady who lived in a driftwood shack down on the beach. People thought she was crazy because she owned a big house, but didnt keep any possessions and lived in a shack. I understand why, and had a lot of respect for her even in the dream. She had recently 'passed away'. I was down on the beach going through her stuff, trash really, but there was one item in particular I was looking for. I found a beautifull painting done in a surreal style, it was only about 12in/10in. It was a scene of 3 immages of an old woman wading out into the ocean. The woman was wearing a simple robe and her facial expression changed at each immage. The first immage was sorrow or indifference. The last immaged of her she was past her waist in water and had a look of amazement, wonder, and happyness as she looked up at the sky. I took the painting, I felt I needed it badly, but I cannot steal, so I decided to copy it. There is a store in my town that will copy things for you, when I left the beach I appeared on a street near my town. A girl I met for 2 days who definatly is my spiritual soul mate was walking with a box, she was hauling away the old woman's 'stuff'. I felt very ashamed. "You went through her stuff didnt you?" she said. "I'm sorry.... I'm just going to borrow it." I replied, I felt I had done something wrong. I kept going. Some people on the street were talking, "they say that old lady had her good stuff down by the beach," I was really disgusted, they wanted to take the few valuable things she had. I didnt make it to the copy store.
When I woke, I didnt remember the dream, but as I fell back to sleep the whole thing flashed back in an instant. When that happens it is something important, so I wrote it down and did a little drawing of the painting (a half asleep zombie trying to scribble ). I'm suprised I would do this even in a dream, I've been creating the intent to not accept any items in my dreams, I dont beleive in looking for happyness outside of yourself (objects), and I always try to put others first in RL. How could I desire that painting enough to disrespect the old woman and steal it for myself?
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