(this will move to “Unopened Letters” later on)
Note: I just submitted this dream to dreamschool.org which I found through the “School of Metaphysics” website.
dreamschool.com
I first heard about this site when someone commented about my dreams here. I checked it out, and found the dreamschool site. If they respond with an analysis of the following dream, I will let you know what they say…even if they say they’re concerned about me 
THE DREAM
The first part of this dream was set in various gas stations. I had been purchasing lottery tickets at the request of my husband but kept losing them or getting the wrong ones. The last station I purchased the tickets from was Holiday – I knew I had the right tickets this time and was bound and determined to get them to Dave. I asked the attendant for a stapler and stapled them all together. HA! Problem solved.
Then the dream moved suddenly to the water. I was in a lake with a swampy channel. Another girl and I were in the water – our task was to pull two boats from where they were stalled (I think) to the place where they needed to be. I was talking with the girl while we towed our boats; while I was pulling and talking, I turned around to look at her. She suddenly asked if I had seen the dark figure that swam between the boat and my kicking legs and then ducked beneath the water. I told her I noticed it but didn’t think about it at first. Then, I was sort of concerned, wondering if I was safe or would be bitten or worse.
Suddenly the dream moved indoors. I was entering a house, talking with the owners. I saw a creature that first reminded me of a turtle – very cute – and, because I wanted to give them a compliment, mentioned how cute it was, and “what is it?” They told me it was a turtle, but as we walked into the room where it was, it didn’t look like a turtle at all. It was more sloth-like, but had the head of a human, wore a pink shirt and was climbing slowly up the side of the couch. I didn’t want to contradict the owners, so I just took it in.
After a while, we moved to the basement. The owners of the house then changed – they were still the owners but they looked and acted completely differently. The woman had been blond, thin and very stuffy-proper; now she had long, thin, brown, slightly curly hair pulled back in the front, was a bit overweight and was very down-to-earth. The husband was previously in a gray suit and tie, with a haircut straight out of Leave it to Beaver and a clean-shaven face; now he was one of our friends (don’t want to mention his name) who has a short beard/mustache and was now wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. The basement wasn’t finished, but had furniture and accessories like is was.
The couple began telling the story about their “Lizard Room” which was to my right; I faced the woman who sat on the 1980s (I think??) plaid, ruffled couch in front of me and began to tell the story as her husband went to the doorway of the lizard room to check on them & make sure everything was okay. There was no door on the room he knelt next to. At first glance, I saw a couple of lizards (all small like geckos) fall/crawl over the threshold of the door. The man wasn’t concerned at all, and for good reason – the lizards stopped immediately and re-entered the room. He talked to them all like they were children, but there were literally hundreds or thousands in the room, covering the walls and ceiling in addition to the floor of what was probably an 11 x 11 bedroom.
Back to the story – the woman was talking about how her husband wooed her even when they didn’t have money, and moved to the time when he was again professing his love for her in a unique way. He had taken a poster with pre-printed circles and squares for featuring different bits of information, but which was a “second” because when it was printed there was a problem, and gibberish was covering the poster here and there. She proceeded to read his notes to her, moving from how they met and when he knew he loved her, and how happy he was to be with her in good times and in bad, etc. That moved to the “bad” times, when they didn’t know how they would pay the bills. Then came mention of the lizards, specifically, “then I made the decision to get into lizards.” This was his love note to her as well as a note to tell her that they would no longer need to worry about money. She reminisced about the time he gave her this strange, life-sized love note, refolding it as she read the last lines from memory: all the numbers in the amount of money they had suddenly made because they decided to “get into lizards” – the number began with 34 and was followed with many, many other numbers that I can’t remember. I remember there were 2s, but that’s about it.
Note about the “love note”: like I said, it was the size of a poster. Her husband had folded it in intricate sections that, when combined, all also folded together in a sort of large “card.” The folds reminded me of that children’s book about Papa getting the moon, but the entire poster-note was folded in this way and that and all came together perfectly.
That’s all I remember.
