From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   As it's the end of the year, I'll be "tagging" 12/30 and 12/31 onto the end of   
   Christmas :-)   
      
   I had this largely symbolic yet VERY realistic dream toward the middle of the   
   night, possibly closer toward dawn, wherein the dreamer felt to be "in his   
   30s" or possibly 20s, but "he" did feel *very much* like myself back in my   
   teens and later pizza    
   driving years (starting in my 20s.)  There was a large, outdoor/indoor type   
   location, similar to a farm compound, starting with an indoor area framed over   
   a slab of concrete, not unlike those outdoor / indoor wings of Wal*Mart or   
   Lowes' garden areas,    
   although there were no stock shelves to speak of, just a large, slab concrete   
   floor area.   
      
   There also appeared to be some type of cart, roughly 8' long x 3' wide,   
   possibly slightly shorter & narrower, on wheels (castors) low to the ground   
   with a *large* ∩- shaped handle (for pushing) that came up at least to chest   
   height.  On the cart (that    
   had to've had sides of at least a few inches) were several green plants,   
   perhaps 18" tall (maybe 2') but all uniform in height, as if they'd been grown   
   in a greenhouse or other controlled environment, probably from seeds, and the   
   objective was to get the    
   cart of plants outside into a more open area, allegedly for transplanting.   
      
   The dreamer was almost independently intent on getting the cart out there   
   simply for the challenge of the task.  There did not appear to be any foreman   
   giving orders, although it MAY have been a suggestion from the omniscient   
   narrator-mind within the    
   dream.   
      
   As the dreamer was getting the cart over the threshold of what could pass for   
   a doorway in a wall, the scene changed to an outdoor venue that was like a   
   cemetery, where a grave was being dug.  Apparently the body was being buried   
   mostly "as is," without    
   any mortuary prep to speak of, and even the contents of the body's pockets had   
   not been checked... that is, until the dreamer had a notion to go through the   
   pockets.   
      
   There was at *least* a pen knife (perhaps 5" long, folded up) of a pale,   
   yellowish color (most pen knives I've encountered in real life have had a   
   dark, woody color) but I'm *pretty sure* the dreamer personally pocketed the   
   knife, rather than returning    
   it to the pocket of the deceased.  Some thought of retaining value in the   
   world flit through the mind.   
      
   There were then seen a sizable *pile* of small, round objects that where at   
   first thought to be coins, but the dreamer thrust his hand into the pile and   
   brought up button-like objects, ALL with faces upon them, ALL smaller than   
   dimes.  There is the    
   possibility (although it wasn't fully explained clearly) that those faces MAY   
   have all represented "past lives"— but whether they were past lives of the   
   dreamer, or simply lives that had passed, was not made perfectly clear, or   
   even if there was a    
   difference at all.   
      
   At about this point, the dreamer took a GOOD look around the cemetery.  Along   
   the edges were LARGE statues, and for some reason, I recall thinking of them   
   in terms of school busses.  Like 5 or 6 school busses in length, and (as seen   
   from their front)    
   enough busses wide that the width was either the same as the length OR   
   slightly less.  The focus on the size of the bases was drawn by the nature of   
   the statue itself (actually, there were more than one, but the first one got   
   the most attention.)  It    
   looked a bit like a cross between a great horned owl and the Roman god of   
   Mercury, with the winged helmet.  It also had a kind of "Mars" (god of War)   
   vibe to it as well.  It seemed made of either concrete and/or marble, but also   
   had some decorative areas    
   that looked like polished brass and/or copper.  (Not the corroded, green   
   copper exposed to weathering, but bright, well-shined copper, like a new   
   penny!)   
      
   The dreamer was wondering why there were these "pagan" statues in a cemetery,   
   even as the "newer" one seemed a bit like a cross between Uncle Sam and a Bald   
   Eagle.  The dreamer didn't get much time on that statue, as the action came   
   back to the field,    
   and then into the structure (with the slab concrete floor) and a guy who   
   appeared *possibly* "not-all there" as it were.  He had reddish hair, not more   
   than shoulder length, but pulled OUT to each side, as if he'd shaped his hair   
   like a lumberjack might    
   shape his handlebar mustache.   
      
   He had a peculiar way of talking (as if he believed in false idols / false   
   gods, perhaps?) and (along with his odd hair style) the dreamer figured he was   
   simply emulating one of the deity-statues out in the cemetery.   
      
   The dream ended with the thought that the cart had been left outside, but   
   there wasn't much (if anything) said about the plants being left on the cart.    
   Although this was all VERY much in the clarity 9 zone, I suspect there was a   
   TON of symbolism from    
   the 7 zone, and there was a LOT of room for question / answer, but apparently   
   that's about to get handled here "in post":   
      
   I have a HUNCH that the statues represented *cultural* "idols of the past"   
   that have gone into making the world what it is today, namely, into making my   
   LIFE what it is today.  I have a HUNCH that ALL those buttons with faces on   
   them (and there was a    
   PILE of them! Hundreds, easily!) *may* have represented my own, personal   
   past-lives.  Keep in mind that every properly married couple (male AND female)   
   could have been represented by one OR two buttons, but that thought was never   
   detected *during* the    
   dream itself.  The trees / saplings might possibly represent the lives I have   
   effected (or even spawned!) as a result of having sired 4 children of my own,   
   not to mention any number of lives that could have been "seeded" as a *result*   
   of interactions in    
   my life.   
      
   So much for "The Cemetery."   
      
      
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