This was my actual dream before I woke up today.  I dreamt that I had to go to the grocery store.   I went yesterday to one and my hubby is going for me to another one today.  Five kids means LOTS of food.

I wasn’t even in my car, but rather a car I drove years ago.  An ’88 White Lincoln Town car that I called Little Debbie.  I’m five feet tall, so it was like driving a boat.

So the dream begins…
As I’m getting out of my car, I hear my trunk shut. I see a car drive past with four people in it, I remember it was two men and two women. The one woman in the passenger side was blonde with mean, piercing eyes that felt like they were taunting me. They were driving towards the store and then circled back towards my car. The woman told them to recite days of the week. I feel like they circled twice and she did that again.

I got really paranoid.  Were they after me? 

As I was walking up to the store, my purse felt like it was on fire, for real.   I wondered if my cell phone was overheating, but it was too hot for that.   I thought, even if it kills me, I must go back and look in my trunk.   Someone must have put junk in my trunk. I went back and sat in the car, afraid to open the trunk, but it was now dark and I’m afraid it will obliterate me and the people around me. I think I see the scary car parked near me. I want to ask someone for help, but I think they’ll think I’m crazy. If I open the trunk and there’s a bomb in it, I’ll be blamed for it and get in trouble. So then I feel like I hear a spying device, like they put a tap on my purse or trunk. A microphone type of noise.  I felt like I was being watched and wasn’t in control of my own destiny. Then, instantaneously, I was mad as hell, helpless, and unsure of what to do, but that I must act.

I opened the trunk and it’s completely empty. I soften. I relax and process that my own fear tricked me and spun a crazy story, that I fell for. I get back in my car and realize it was all in my head and that car is gone. I’m tired and decide I’m just going to go home. I look at my email on my phone and see an article/blog from a friend I met on social media, whose book is doing well. She was saying that now she has financial freedom and how beautiful that was for her and that she was so real about it. I looked down and there was money in my purses. A LOT. Too much to count. I got a fear monster to try to trick me again, that it was “those people” and I should be afraid of that good stuff, the money must be like a bomb or something. The real me knew it was okay. We had manifested it. 

As I was waking up, I realized in my dream Oprah had bought me a puppy that was a black female cocker spaniel.  It looked like our dog, Scarlett, that passed away years ago.  Someone in my dream suggested I name the new puppy, Scarlett Cunningham, but I told them her name was Indigo. 

Crazy and intriguing to examine my own psyche and what it means.  I’m not afraid of the junk in my trunk, metaphorically or otherwise. Funny thing is, my actual trunk of my van is not working properly, but not broken. It’s not a priority to fix it right now.  Oh, the subconscious giving me messages in my dreams.  Can you tell I’ve been working on prosperity!  Not obvious of anything.  Morale is to not be afraid of your own stuff, your issues, blocks, fears, doubts, and such.  You are safe.  Remember God is always there.  Trust that.

P.S.  Dream interpreters would have a field day with this.  What do you think?  Indigo corresponds to the sixth chakra, your third eye.  My intuition is strong, but I’m always wanting to connect deeper.