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Hildegarda
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I had a strange dream last night that left me very distraught. I have a reason to believe it may be important. I have been doing a gallbladder flush last night, and have found in the past that it brings up important emotional stuff, e.g., very realistic replays of past experiences and situations.
This one was "fictional". It had some prequel before the part I remember.
I will tell it from the point when I and a bunch of friends are standing in line in what looks like an old post office\community bank in my town. The line is to sell the gold that you don't need. Now, this detail, I know where it could have come from -- I have been invited to a "gold swap" party for next week, where you could bring your unwanted or broken jewelry and they buy it from you at what supposedly is a good price. I can't make it but was thinking of bringing a couple of broken trinkets there ahead of time.
Anyways, in a dream, we are standing in line for a friend of mine (real) and her partner (fictional) who is this huge imposing guy -- we brought them there because they needed to sell gold and didn't know where they could do it, and now are keeping them company. He seems to control her in such a way that he doesn't even have to say a word, and she already does his bidding. Their turn comes, and she takes off her the only pieces she owns, large gold earrings with rubies, and gives it to him to sell along with some chain that he has. I kinda shrug in my mind, I think it's a bad choice, the earrings are very good.
Now all of a sudden we are next in line -- and even though we weren't going to sell anything, we think, what the heck, do we have something to pitch, since we are already here. I go through my pockets and then grab myself by the neck -- and on my neck I have an old chain that I don't even remember I had. It's centerpiece --a pendant -- is missing, and it's falling apart in a few other places; it has lost its luster and is very flimsy. Well, I decide to try and sell it and go to the next window.
The woman over there looks at it through some kind of computer gadget, shrugs her shoulders dismissively and says, "well, we can only give you $38 for it". To which I answer that that's strange, a friend of mine got $70 for a similar chain just a couple of months ago, did gold really go down in price that much?
She makes a face, calls someone on the phone and comments rather loudly on some "stupid girl" -- me -- who isn't happy with a price. In an unusual reaction from me, I ask her, "why are you talking about me in this way?", reprimand her for being rude to a customer, and ask to speak to a manager. As I am doing it, she gives me a small black folder, that's what they use to give you your money for privacy reasons. As I continue to voice my disagreement with how I am being treated, I peak into it -- and see that it holds quite a bit more money than $38 or even $70.
Another woman who I assume to be a manager, comes out and sits next to me. The manager and a sales rep sort of wink at each other, trying to communicate in facial expressions, and the manager says, "I guess I agree, but ... I thought she is going to open a premier account with us as part of the deal?" I have no idea what they are talking about'; my best guess is that a "premier account" is that you bring lots of stuff to them to trade, and I certainly don't have any more gold. I say that to her in a sort of a euphemistic kind of way, saying that I am a recent immigrant and have only a vague idea about what service is supposed to be like. At this point they give me four tokens of some kind, which is also a part of the process, and I leave.
Next scene, I am at home, and right at the door I check the folder and see that it contains $1,227. I go in -- the house looks like our old apartment, the very first one, my husband he is standing on the balcony -- and I say, "remember the old broken chain I had, with tiny thin dolphins?" and he says, "yeah, I gave it to you around the time when we first met". He is a little disappointed that I had sold it, it had sentimental value. I ask him, how much was it when you bought it, and he says, $8.99. I say, you won't believe it, that gold place gave me more than 1K for it. And he says, well I don't even think it was real gold. So it's very weird.
Next, I start researching this chain, it's design, and find out that there was some antique and very rare gold chain like that that has been lost. It has some story that I don't exactly remember; the chain pieces have tiny dolphins swimming, and the center piece is white and red enamel flower-like design, with tiniest extra chains connecting it to the main chain. Plenty of knock-offs have been made in our time, but, should the original chain show up again, even w\o the centerpiece it would be worth more then $24K, and the centerpiece alone about as much.
I realize what must have happened: the gold place people must have thought that I have the real chain and do not know it's true value. They first tried to give me bare pennies for it, but I started making too much noise because the sales person was rude, and attracted attention to the situation. Then, they decided to quickly give me more money so that I left quietly. If they planned to sell the chain to collectors for 24K, that's still quite a profit for them.
Why they thought it was a real chain, I do not know -- they had all the gadgets to check it out and see it for what it is. May be, there were blinded by wishful thinking -- that was my first thought.
And then came a second thought which I realized was impossible, but couldn't help entertaining -- may be I should go back, return the money and ask for my chain back, because, if it WERE indeed the real chain [and there was no chance of that, but here I was, thinking about it], then I want to keep it to myself, to find the center piece and wear it, or may be even sell it for $24K myself.
On these two conflicting thoughts, I woke up.
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to add to it, I have been experiencing a lot of discomfort around my neck, part muscle tension part sort throat ... the symptoms seemed to be related to the imagery in the dream. I feel better today.
any comments will be much appreciated. Sorry for lengthy post.
This one was "fictional". It had some prequel before the part I remember.
I will tell it from the point when I and a bunch of friends are standing in line in what looks like an old post office\community bank in my town. The line is to sell the gold that you don't need. Now, this detail, I know where it could have come from -- I have been invited to a "gold swap" party for next week, where you could bring your unwanted or broken jewelry and they buy it from you at what supposedly is a good price. I can't make it but was thinking of bringing a couple of broken trinkets there ahead of time.
Anyways, in a dream, we are standing in line for a friend of mine (real) and her partner (fictional) who is this huge imposing guy -- we brought them there because they needed to sell gold and didn't know where they could do it, and now are keeping them company. He seems to control her in such a way that he doesn't even have to say a word, and she already does his bidding. Their turn comes, and she takes off her the only pieces she owns, large gold earrings with rubies, and gives it to him to sell along with some chain that he has. I kinda shrug in my mind, I think it's a bad choice, the earrings are very good.
Now all of a sudden we are next in line -- and even though we weren't going to sell anything, we think, what the heck, do we have something to pitch, since we are already here. I go through my pockets and then grab myself by the neck -- and on my neck I have an old chain that I don't even remember I had. It's centerpiece --a pendant -- is missing, and it's falling apart in a few other places; it has lost its luster and is very flimsy. Well, I decide to try and sell it and go to the next window.
The woman over there looks at it through some kind of computer gadget, shrugs her shoulders dismissively and says, "well, we can only give you $38 for it". To which I answer that that's strange, a friend of mine got $70 for a similar chain just a couple of months ago, did gold really go down in price that much?
She makes a face, calls someone on the phone and comments rather loudly on some "stupid girl" -- me -- who isn't happy with a price. In an unusual reaction from me, I ask her, "why are you talking about me in this way?", reprimand her for being rude to a customer, and ask to speak to a manager. As I am doing it, she gives me a small black folder, that's what they use to give you your money for privacy reasons. As I continue to voice my disagreement with how I am being treated, I peak into it -- and see that it holds quite a bit more money than $38 or even $70.
Another woman who I assume to be a manager, comes out and sits next to me. The manager and a sales rep sort of wink at each other, trying to communicate in facial expressions, and the manager says, "I guess I agree, but ... I thought she is going to open a premier account with us as part of the deal?" I have no idea what they are talking about'; my best guess is that a "premier account" is that you bring lots of stuff to them to trade, and I certainly don't have any more gold. I say that to her in a sort of a euphemistic kind of way, saying that I am a recent immigrant and have only a vague idea about what service is supposed to be like. At this point they give me four tokens of some kind, which is also a part of the process, and I leave.
Next scene, I am at home, and right at the door I check the folder and see that it contains $1,227. I go in -- the house looks like our old apartment, the very first one, my husband he is standing on the balcony -- and I say, "remember the old broken chain I had, with tiny thin dolphins?" and he says, "yeah, I gave it to you around the time when we first met". He is a little disappointed that I had sold it, it had sentimental value. I ask him, how much was it when you bought it, and he says, $8.99. I say, you won't believe it, that gold place gave me more than 1K for it. And he says, well I don't even think it was real gold. So it's very weird.
Next, I start researching this chain, it's design, and find out that there was some antique and very rare gold chain like that that has been lost. It has some story that I don't exactly remember; the chain pieces have tiny dolphins swimming, and the center piece is white and red enamel flower-like design, with tiniest extra chains connecting it to the main chain. Plenty of knock-offs have been made in our time, but, should the original chain show up again, even w\o the centerpiece it would be worth more then $24K, and the centerpiece alone about as much.
I realize what must have happened: the gold place people must have thought that I have the real chain and do not know it's true value. They first tried to give me bare pennies for it, but I started making too much noise because the sales person was rude, and attracted attention to the situation. Then, they decided to quickly give me more money so that I left quietly. If they planned to sell the chain to collectors for 24K, that's still quite a profit for them.
Why they thought it was a real chain, I do not know -- they had all the gadgets to check it out and see it for what it is. May be, there were blinded by wishful thinking -- that was my first thought.
And then came a second thought which I realized was impossible, but couldn't help entertaining -- may be I should go back, return the money and ask for my chain back, because, if it WERE indeed the real chain [and there was no chance of that, but here I was, thinking about it], then I want to keep it to myself, to find the center piece and wear it, or may be even sell it for $24K myself.
On these two conflicting thoughts, I woke up.
*******
to add to it, I have been experiencing a lot of discomfort around my neck, part muscle tension part sort throat ... the symptoms seemed to be related to the imagery in the dream. I feel better today.
any comments will be much appreciated. Sorry for lengthy post.
