2019
During a part of most days/evenings, i pay a visit to 'The Mail' online newspaper - where i generally browse the 'thumbnails' down the right hand side...
Last evening on one such 'thumbnail', i noticed David and Victoria ('Vicky') Beckham shown standing in front and to the left of a rather plush £20(???) million rented(???) property...
Rightly or wrongly, the visual message, sent out to the masses, seemed to be saying/suggesting that, 'if you work as hard as me and Victoria then maybe you also could aspire to such a luxurious lifestyle'...
I found myself thinking (rightly or wrongly) that such a message was rather distasteful to be perfectly honest...
Yeah, sure, it seemed to be an extremely nice place, that, comparatively speaking, makes my rather humble abode seem rather insignificant - but there again, my abode would probably most readily be seen as a potential palace to a homeless person, or indeed someone living besides/on a rubbish tip in India, for example...
For the abode that i live in has enough room-space for me to live comfortably within - so i am doing okay in such a regard, and feel comfortably settled within such a community, where i get along just fine with my neighbours in general...
The important thing, from my perspective at least, is to realise that there are no pockets in shrouds, as they say...
When we return Home we simply take ourselves with us - along with the accumulations of the respective karmas (both good and bad) that we have amassed through our various 'dances within free-will choices' along the way, if you will...
Anyway, moving swiftly on to the 'David and 'Vicky'' dream that i had during the early/earlier hours of this morning - which was in full colour btw...
It started off, if my memory serves me correctly, within a rather large living-room, with David sat on one sofa and 'Vicky' sat on another, which was close to, but at a 90 degree angle to the one that David was sat on (both were seated in such a way as to be relatively close to one-another btw) - with me laying on a third such sofa situated at a certain distance further away, as if i was visiting for a few days perhaps...
The atmosphere was of a relaxed and friendly nature - with both David, and 'Vicky' in particular, seeming to switch to speaking rather fluently in a foreign language, which i took to be Spanish (although 'Portuguese' came to mind at the time)...
I also remember 'Vicky' telling me, quite openly, and in English thankfully, some rather personal details of their relationship - however, that quite obviously remains completely/exclusively private and confidential, and hopefully soon forgotten also...
Anyway, in the next scene i seemed to be in a kitchen, chatting happily to the chef(???) in particular - with the other female(???) staff seeming to be relaxed and friendly also...
Then in yet another scene it would seem that i had borrowed a jeep to drive around in - i remember driving along a downward sloping cobbled, fairly narrow, street with buildings (houses???) and people on either side...
And then, in yet another scene, i was rather bizarrely driving within an enclosed shopping centre (mall???) over a light beige, rather plush(???) wall-to-wall carpet - i seem to remember buying a white sports shirt (a squash/tennis-like type of shirt perhaps)...
A shop/store that i later revisited in order to buy another seemingly identical one btw...
Later, after i had finished such shopping and had no further need for such a jeep-like vehicle, i remember passing both 'Vicky' and David separately (both were happy/cheery btw) - both of whom were apparently still at work...
After i had passed David, in particular, i remember feeling a little 'shellfish' for not having given such a vehicle back to him, in order that he may drive home in it at the end of his working day...
At some stage within the dream i seemed to find myself returning to such a kitchen once again, with some plastic film wrapping in my right hand and an assortment of vegetable peelings(???) in my left hand - i placed such peelings(???) in some sort of bowl, situated on my left hand side, which seemed to contain some previously prepared vegetables...
This time the atmosphere seemed quit tense and unwelcoming - with the chef, especially, not seeming too pleased wish such 'antics' (regarding the vegetable peelings(???) in particular)...
There was another part/scene within such a dream also, which involved a friend of mine (who also used to work within the food preparation 'industry', coincidentally)...
I met such a friend many years ago now - he asked me to look at a second-hand computer that was being offered to him to purchase, in order to see if it was both, okay and value for money...
In the event such a friendship proved to be mutually beneficial...
For i taught him about computers, to the extent that he is rather good at using them now - and he taught me some 'street-wise' personable lessons in return...
I remember being initially drawn to him simply because i had not before met such a person like him - they were simply new vibes/energies for me to experience, if you will...
Anyway, within such a dream segment (which was in black and white btw), he was working in some sort of factory, and was telling me that they didn't have a pool table within the canteen(???) - as if such workers were being treated rather strictly perhaps(???)...
So, that brings me to the end of such a dream - the only thing i have to add is that when i was in my kitchen, preparing my breakfast this morning, and as i was pondering certain aspects of such a dream, the words 'that don't impress me much' (the title of a Shania Twain song) came clearly to mind...
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