Knocking

Just before I wos woken by a.knock on my door I was carrying a very good camera on a metal stick. The stick might have been a tripod. It as tall as me but it was not in the way or an encumberance. I got on busses with it. When I reached up to look through the camera I saw things very clear and magnified and could gently turn and see a 180 or maybe a 360 view. But when I looked without the camera, some things were not there. Like I saw a nice horse through the camera but when I looked to see why a horse was in the shop, it was not there. I was on the street, then in a confectionary shop (sweets). Then buying a very unusual cake, two slices. I asked if they could break a fifty dollar note, they could not. I gave them a $5. That made me aware that I had too much money. I went outside to catch a bus so I could look through my.spiffy camera (on the tall, slim tripod), at my sacred beach, (Henley-Grange beach). Looking in my bag for my bus ticket I found I had too much money. Every purse and compartment, in my bag had $50s and $20s and $10s and $5s even Commemorative coins from Ireland. I let a bus go by as I tried to put all the $5s in one purse or compartment, the $10s in another, $20s in another and $50s in another. But, I swere, more and.more notes were appearing. Then I woke. Some one knocking on my door. It was a nice guest telling me that he changed his mind about leaving and he wanted to stay. Now I remember that before that dream I woke in a dream bedroom. It had nothing but a bed in it. I got up and was kind of turned-on, full of energy, totally comfortable in my skin and ready for what ever the day might bring. It is now 9:03am Monday 22/August/11 here in Adelaide, South Australia.