So about a week or so ago while in Cuesta, for dinner we all ventured to the farmer's market. Now if you haven't been to a farmer's market, get in your car right now and don't stop until you locate one. Let's just say it's the place to be.
There are numerous vendors selling the most unique, delicious, unfamiliar, and sometimes even scary items. Whether it was yummy caramel apples, or the questionable caramel crickets...
There were street performers, questionable surveys, and even a dream interpretation booth.
Now coming from my title this is pretty much where this little story takes place.
Let me first say that I'm not really into the whole psychic/medium/future reading shabang. I've always thought that it was all very interesting, but I want my future to be my future. Unknown.
So with all that out of the way, when I saw this interesting little white booth with lanterns hanging, I was automatically interested. They should give their marketing or P.A person a raise.
So, I walk up to the booth with my friends Hannah and Matt. I being my absolutely un-shy self, run up to a man with kind eyes standing at the opening of the booth by the sign. I right off the bat asked him how this whole thing worked. He replied very soft spokenly that we all have these things called dreams. (well duh) That they belong to our subconscious. (hmm, okay) That some may very well just exist but that others may actually very well mean something. Especially reoccurring ones. (okay... I'm not paying for this) Then he said a four letter word that I'm sure every single person loves to hear. It's FREE. (why didn't you say so!?)
So I took a few seconds trying to recall not only a dream that I have had more than once, but one that would bring the laughs. I'll never pass up a chance to bring on the laughs. I have a reputation to uphold!
So out of every dream I could have chosen I chose the one I've had probably four or five times. A very odd one it is.
... (dream sequence fade out then in again)
I'm always spending time with a friend. Just a random friend. One who preferably means or has meant a lot to me. We are just chatting, laughing, not anything too interesting. Then out of nowhere, my friend says goodbye and then steals my car... and every time I have this dream, It ends up being a closer friend, and a nicer car. I'm talking like a Porsche or a BMW or something. Rather sad... and odd. (fade back in)
Well, I got the laughs I was looking for from my friends, but not from the dream interpreter man. He simply looked at me, said that I must be a very good friend, but that my friends spend the time that they want with me and then take advantage of me and leave... or in other words steal my car.
I didn't really think too much about it. I laughed and joked... but he was completely serious.
I simply thanked him, shook his hand, and left.
Now that I think about it... that man, the one with those kind eyes was completely and one hundred percent accurate. He hit the hammer right on the nail. He was right.
It devastates me that his words were so truthful in meaning in my life.
His words are written on my heart now. I've seen them upfront more than once.
So from that whole experience, I learned two valuable things...
One, that I need to pick who I love wisely. That for those who don't value it shouldn't have it...
and two, that I need to lock my car at all times.
I suppose I say the first one with a guarded and maybe even hurt heart, but it is something that I do need to take into account more often.
I suppose people come in and out of our lives for a reason.
Those reasons, sometimes stay unknown.
It's all good though... I have a number of people who would never steal my car.
Or would at least return it later. :)
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