I dreamt A LOT this morning. A prominent theme of my dreams this morning was traveling by plane, using airports. (This is a recurring dream theme for me lately in general). In one of the shops in one of the airports, I purchased a game system, for the TV- like a Nintendo, whatever the modern standard is of that. A mom let her little boy give me the change. The attendent was temporarily away from the cash register- a few feet away, just distracted, doing something else. The mom wasn't paying enough attention either. I should've gotten little or no money back, but the boy playfully offered me a handful of fives. At first I said, no, no. Then again he offered to give me extra change. This time I took it. This decision haunted me in a karmic way throughout the dream.
In a different place, a destination, there was a scene of the dream which was almost like a watching a movie of a peoples' fight with a powerful spirit. It was tall, dark (though with a white "face"), ancient, feminine, tortured, torturing. People tried to shoot it, to kill it. It wouldn't die. Eventually it slunk away, to where the bugs would nibble at it in the ground, but it was not dead. It would inevitebly return to wreak future havoc.
Then...my attention turned to a different spirit. This one had the spirit of a Buddha. It was very serene, beautiful, strange, otherworldly, and green. It was reclining in this sort of tree cradle, laying on it's stomach, it's tail in the air. It's "fur" was tiny green leaves, which covered it's body. It was like a mixture between a frog, rhino, human, and other animals. It was wearing gold framed glasses.
I was accompanied by another human at this point, I think it was my mother. We were talking about the Buddha-animal. I decided that it definitely was not human. "There are many kinds of creatures in this universe." We had some communication with it as well.
Little things started to go wrong. I was trying to put together a CD of my music and the machines would not work. There was this spaghetti looking stuff that one had to insert into the machine and goop up with this clear goopy stuff, but the spaghetti kept breaking. I called my dad, the technology expert, to see if he could get me better, stronger spaghetti stuff.
When I went to my room, I looked in my wallet and discovered that the boy had not just given me a few fives. Hidden between those fives were three fifties, a twenty, and a couple of tens. Part of me felt like I had hit the jackpot, "gotten away with murder," a thrill. But part of me felt guilty and like the reason that things were going wrong was because of this slight dishonesty on my part. What about the worker...he might lose his job. Not to mention, the airport might've filmed this....how embarrassing if my actions were to be brought to the light of day, for all to see.
The tree-Buddha-spirit-creature was with me in my room and I told him what had happened with the money. I said, maybe this is why things are breaking and going wrong. He didn't really say anything, but listened. Soon, though, something else went wrong, very wrong. The Buddha-creature's beautiful, perfect tree cradle home broke and was gone. He was for the moment homeless! Someone had arrived to carve him a new home, but it would not be the same.
At this, I felt horrible. I felt that I had somehow messed with something magical, serene, and beautiful. That I had affected the balance of nature in a destructive way because of allowing, choosing, to take more than my share. I told a few people about the money situation, like my parents. I felt guilty. I decided to contact the airport and tell them about the mistake. Phonebook in hand, I asked my dad what the name of the airport was. The name of the airport was "Anders" and the name of the shop (or cashier?) was "Adam." I said something about being glad I got to go back (to the "garden") and "set things right." It was like I was "setting right" the manifestation of the "original sin" in my own life.
I found the contact information for the shop, then used my iphone internet to find the exact ticket from the transaction. I couldn't contact the airport directly, but there were spaces on the ticket to type in words. In one space I typed "Mistake," then looked for a question mark to put after it. (It was part of me still wanted to believe that the universe meant to give me extra money). There was no option for a question mark, so I knew I was supposed to put an exclamation point. So it was "Mistake!" Then, in another space, I left my name and number.
I know that I felt like I was doing the right thing when I contacted the airport, but I did not see the results unfold in the dream (for example, the spirit creature getting back his home, etc.). This is all I remember of the story line.
