The French Bakery

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Lazy Overview:

I think I had several dreams this week where there were one or more paintings of The Young Shepherdess, in them, the painting(s) did not play an important role in any of the dreams that I can think of.

Dream 1

Last night I remembered part of two dreams, with my first one involving me being in my birth town in the day time, and somehow I either got a used car real cheap or it was free, I can not remember which.

I remember driving to my parent’s house to show my family, and my brother CC was excited and wanted to know would I keep the car or my automobile; he wanted me to give him one of them.

I remember trying to decide which to keep, and so I went to test drive the car; but I woke up.

Dream 2

My next dream was real short and appeared to be my brain trying to put some French words in a dream for practice or something, maybe.

I do not think that I was in the dream, which I think took place in the countryside of France at a small bakery, that was owned by a husband & wife & their young son.

The dream seemed to be from an older period like maybe the 1950s or something, and the wife & son reminded me of the wife (Katie Coates) & son (Arliss Coates) from the film Old Yeller; the son looked like the kid from the film almost and the wife as well, and the wife had an older style dress with an apron on.

The husband wore a somewhat tight white t-shirt tucked into some dark-colored pants & an apron, he was a bit muscular and had tan-colored skin, and black hair.

It was near closing time at the bakery & the husband & wife were cleaning up and talking in French, while their son was playing with a friend, the friend only spoke English; so the kid & the husband & wife only used English when talking to the friend.

As they were closing the shop the telephone rang and it was a call for the friend, after the call, the friend looked shocked; he said that his mother had just died.

They all were shocked and quietly walked out of the bakery, it was late in the afternoon or evening, the son was starting to set; the husband walked over to the friend and told him that he has to try to be strong & that there is nothing he can do or something like that.

The husband then started to walk his wife & son to their old red single cab truck, but the wife looked very concerned for the boy and the son was not sure what to do.

The friend must have lived close to the bakery or something, since they were not going to give him a ride, the husband seemed to think that the friend needed time alone to mourn.

The wife ran over to the friend and hugged him, they both started to cry, and they both fell to their knees as they hugged.

After a short moment the husband came and started to move his wife back to the truck, as she looked back in tears at the friend, and the friend looked back at her in tears; but you could tell that the hug helped make him feel a bit better, and he felt good that someone cared about him.

The truck began to slowly drive off toward the road as the friend watched the wife & she watched him, both in tears; it was like the end of a movie or something, but then I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂