Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Cracked Windows


I was at a dance class and the lady teaching wanted to do a make-up demonstration. Since, I answered her last question, she chose me. I was so excited. It felt like everyone there was in the arts, performing arts, maybe. It then switches... I am in my car, I park and get out. I realize someone has hit my car. The passenger door was dented and the windows were cracked.  I was mortified. It had a hippie-like flower on it as if the car that hit me had that motif design on it and it rubbed off on my vehicle.

Daytime Synchronicity:

My daughter got upset and threw her ipod touch on the floor and the screen on it cracked, same cracked patterns on my windows in my dream.