1.1.11

There is a fire in our house, a very small fire so Kristian (my youngest son) and I decide to go in and get some stuff out of there. His computer is on his mind and I’m wanting to get out some 60′s furniture. When we enter the house to get these things there are some men inside cataloging all our possessions and placing a price on them. They are going to sell all our stuff. I tell him to get out, it’s my things. He says someone in my family gave him permission to do this, I told him again to get out. So they left. Kristian got his computer and I carried a couple of chairs out.

 

I have a new job, first day at work is quiet, no one is showing me what I’m supposed to be doing, I’m sort of bored, but spend my time walking around the office building getting to know the business place. The next day when I arrive at work I enter the elevator and there is a man there with me, he says a Buddhist prayer, a short chant, I put my hands together and say Namaste as I exit on my floor. I few steps in and I see my boss sitting at a table with many others, it looks like a board meeting or something. When he sees me he jumps out of his chair and quickly comes towards me, he hands me a box and says it’s my Christmas present. I lift the lid off and the box is empty. He says “come here”, when I follow we arrive at a table of gifts. He shows me that I can pick one out of four that are bunched together at the other end of the table. The choices were all something crystal, a tulip vase, candle holders and some other such things. I pick the vase.

 

I find myself in an airplane with soothed windows. The lamps in the plane are coming out of their sockets and we realize the machine is really old and suddenly we don’t feel as lucky to be on this trip as we initially did. I find a seat and put on my seat belt which is very, very tight. Janis is next to me, when she discovers her seat belt it is way too big, so we switch seats. Some people have to move to other seats to find seat belts. Later I’m walking through the plane and I see all my stuff from my house there, boxes and my furniture. My boss shows up and I say “My stuff was not supposed to come on this trip!” I’m not paying for it, you have to make sure it gets back to where it belongs.

 

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