I was in the pool, and it was fairly full. One fellow was in the pool with a set of knives. He was brandishing them and being strong in the self-preservation department, I got out of the pool and told the life guards to call 911. They couldn't do that because the phones weren't working and they asked me to talk to the knife man, to assess whether or not he was an actual threat. I was standing on the pool deck and asked him, "I need a new set of kitchen knives. I'm wondering how if those are good knives. Could I see one?" Knife Man said sure and handed me a paring knife, handle first. (Remember this - it is significant) The paring knife was $138 and I asked him where he got it. He replied, "Walmart." So I thanked him, handed the paring knife back to him, handle first. I left the pool deck, grabbed my stuff and left. I went to front desk but they still couldn't call 911. So I called my folks and asked to them to call 911 for me.
A weird dream with significant meaning - chatting with my mom this morning, meaning is apparent. My momma is a smart lady.
- The enemy of my soul was present but could do no damage - remember he handed me the knife, handle first?
- I got out of the pool, faced the danger, and left.
- I asked for help to get help. I couldn't call 911 from where I was but I knew there were others that could access that help, on my behalf. I have an amazing extended support network.
I am still a chicken heart - instead of going to the pool today, I am sitting in bed, drinking a cup of coffee, blogging about my weird dream, and staying cozy with my dog curled up next to me.
PS - I plan to go for a walk with Brian today - I am craving time with him.
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