Dreaming of Angela Lansbury, Counselor
Nov. 14th, 2020 08:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kybearfuzzI don't remember many of the details of this dream, just the bit toward the end.
I was driving a truck in the snow, heading to see a psychologist for a session. I pulled off the highway into the driveway of the counselor's house, which was a large home. Not quite a mansion, but it had a large front foyer with two defined wings of the house. In the front, outside the main house, was a small "island" of sorts, which was covered with benches so people could it down.
I was originally going to park my truck in front of the house, but decided to park near a small gate house like structure further up the driveway entrance, believing the walk in the snow would be fun. There was already a car parked there and I had pulled behind it. Thinking that it was her current patient, I backed up and parked to the side as to not block them in.
Taking a moment to wipe the snow from my windows, I turned and walked toward the house, passing two men along the way.
In the island was the counselor, who turned out to be Angela Lansbury. I said hello to her, she smiled at me, gave me a brief hug, and told me to go on inside, that she'd be along in a moment. I don't remember if she was just getting some air or was smoking a cigarette, but there was a reason why she was out there.
And then I rolled over and woke up.
I was driving a truck in the snow, heading to see a psychologist for a session. I pulled off the highway into the driveway of the counselor's house, which was a large home. Not quite a mansion, but it had a large front foyer with two defined wings of the house. In the front, outside the main house, was a small "island" of sorts, which was covered with benches so people could it down.
I was originally going to park my truck in front of the house, but decided to park near a small gate house like structure further up the driveway entrance, believing the walk in the snow would be fun. There was already a car parked there and I had pulled behind it. Thinking that it was her current patient, I backed up and parked to the side as to not block them in.
Taking a moment to wipe the snow from my windows, I turned and walked toward the house, passing two men along the way.
In the island was the counselor, who turned out to be Angela Lansbury. I said hello to her, she smiled at me, gave me a brief hug, and told me to go on inside, that she'd be along in a moment. I don't remember if she was just getting some air or was smoking a cigarette, but there was a reason why she was out there.
And then I rolled over and woke up.
