Dream Journal: LA Dawn

It seems like a very long time since I’ve remembered any of my dreams.  This is last night’s dream, and it’s full of all kinds of symbolism:

I was sitting outside an apartment complex waiting for someone or something, not sure what. Along comes a heavy-set blonde man who reaches to take something out of his pocket and look at it. He notices me in passing, walks up to a container for trash and tosses the item he’s holding in his hand, a ring, unceremoniously into the box.

I watch him walk off.

I’m curious and want to see what it was.

I pick it out of the trash– it is incredible! It’s a man’s ring:

Large, very large; square; silver metal; size 13-15; across the top in tiny rows are small amethyst stones, the whole creating a large square design that covers the entire top of the ring; I turn the ring over and am startled to find all kinds of information etched into the back, presumably about the owner of the ring…By “Race”, it says “Dawn”– I presume that this is a Woman’s Name, or reference to the time of day; by “Medical Condition”– there is also a word, but I only remember the first two letters, “LA”–I presume this is the beginning of the name of a medical condition, or the initials of a Place.

As I hold the ring, I also see the owner in my mind’s eye:

A black male; 40-50 years old; hollow looking eyes– you could see lots of white around the iris; not a super bulbous nose, more carved and narrower; a squarish strong jaw, almost but not quite a lantern jaw; full lips, but not super big; high cheekbones; the skin (on his cheeks) looked like they could be acne scarred. He was wearing a black suit, including a tie, and a black fedora.

The man who disposed of the ring:

Blonde hair– smooth haircut, a fairly short cut, with blue eyes; 35- 45; broad shoulders and a big belly; very tall, at least 6′, maybe taller; wearing a black suit jacket over a sports shirt, tan pants.

I waited until this man (the blonde man) had walked some distance from where I was seated before I got up to retrieve the ring from the box; and even then, I was nervous and afraid that he would see me do it. I had the feeling that if he did, I would be in danger.

ocean dawn

 

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