Had a weird dream right before waking up this morning.
First, I was at my parents', getting ready to go to university (I'd imagine). So I was around 20 years old in this scenario. I tell my mother that I'll be traveling to university with a poet. Next thing I know in the dream, I'm in the bus along with this poet, his wife and his 8 children who all appear to be the same age. (around 5-6) They're all dressed in white and have poem couplets written on their T-shirts in a beautiful hand-written font. One of the 8 children explains that they are all part of a poem that their Dad wrote. He expected that I should be familiar with this poem, although I wasn't. This particular child apparently had the first verse on his T-shirt.
The child then explained to me the order of the couplets, while pointing to the children - this one is second, this one is third, this is fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh... and this one is the 27th. (he says that while laughing, presumably joking) At that point I woke up.
Also on the bus there were a relatively handsome man and a beautiful woman in their late twenties (I myself am 28) and the man asked the woman out for coffee. She turned him down nicely, then laughed at something nervously to downplay the situation. The guy also laughed although it was obvious he wasn't much in the mood. Not sure at what point during the dream that happened, but it was taking place in the same bus.
The part with the poet's children seems to contain a lot of symbolism that I can't exactly put my finger on.
First, I was at my parents', getting ready to go to university (I'd imagine). So I was around 20 years old in this scenario. I tell my mother that I'll be traveling to university with a poet. Next thing I know in the dream, I'm in the bus along with this poet, his wife and his 8 children who all appear to be the same age. (around 5-6) They're all dressed in white and have poem couplets written on their T-shirts in a beautiful hand-written font. One of the 8 children explains that they are all part of a poem that their Dad wrote. He expected that I should be familiar with this poem, although I wasn't. This particular child apparently had the first verse on his T-shirt.
The child then explained to me the order of the couplets, while pointing to the children - this one is second, this one is third, this is fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh... and this one is the 27th. (he says that while laughing, presumably joking) At that point I woke up.
Also on the bus there were a relatively handsome man and a beautiful woman in their late twenties (I myself am 28) and the man asked the woman out for coffee. She turned him down nicely, then laughed at something nervously to downplay the situation. The guy also laughed although it was obvious he wasn't much in the mood. Not sure at what point during the dream that happened, but it was taking place in the same bus.
The part with the poet's children seems to contain a lot of symbolism that I can't exactly put my finger on.
