I have remembered a dream from last night. There was a young man moving around in my yard. I assumed in the dream that he was a worker from next door, but he was not doing anything so I kicked him out of my yard and stepped back inside. I remember the yard landscape and house seemed all off somehow. I went back out, and was just looking around when I saw all of my cactus was gone, with only spots on the concrete where the pots had been. I felt a crushing emotional pain from the theft. I saw the same young man still milling around, and realized he had stolen all of my cactus specimens. I was infuriated. He was just walking around like he did not care that I was there, and had no concern about my seeing him. I got in his face and told him you can not steal my plants and that I want them back , now.
He did not speak, he was totally indifferent, and I realized he had assistants which were other young thug looking guys hanging around. I got so angry I pinned him in a choke-hold, and demanded he return my cactus plants. I finally let him go because he was suffocating, and I was getting no answers.
From this point on in the dream It was night, and I was searching for my cactus because i knew they could not be very far yet. I found a few in a window shelf where people were just sitting around at a house a few doors away. I took them back and kept looking. While going along paths in yards around I would find one or two of mine, mixed in with many other plants of all types. The two other guys approached me, and led me to believe they would take me to where the rest of my cactus were. I followed, but it kept getting darker, and I was going down a very steep hill. It was hard to go because of the incline, but the two were staying far ahead of me. I remember the view was expansive, and from pretty high. The light was so dark I was beginning to have trouble seeing where to step and for a ways it was like walking with eyes closed.
Somehow I got to the bottom of the hill, but the two guys were gone, and there was no sign of any of my plants. Things faded out like a dream ending, and I then found myself back on the street and still searching. I saw the original young man several more times in the dream. He never spoke, nor did I find anymore of my stolen plants. It was very upsetting to me, yet I had forgotten the dream on awakening.
I was outside, having my morning coffee, as is my habit, and when I got over by the cactus area, all of this came back to me. I don't know what it means, but to recall a dream is reminding me how much I need to be able to................