Don’t.
Don’t ask me for directions
as you slowly drive by,
one of a long line
in a ribbon
of cars.
I walk
barefoot through downpour &
darkness at the road’s edge;
mud & grit & gravel scour
the tender soles
of my feet…
Ahead,
Stonehenge lifts in pale light…
I stand
at the striped carnival kiosk,
sorting paper scraps from
nickels from bright gold-
foiled chocolate coins;
unable to purchase
entrance.
You think
I know the way
forward?
I think
not.
— C.Birde, 5/22
Nightjars & Damselflies 
Hidden indepth meanings.
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Okay, this one is just wacky. You’re walking barefoot down a gritty street littered with idle vehicles?…and then you walk right up to Stonehenge to enter a carnival/circus tent and take the job of ticket/fare counter, in which you separate candy coins from tickets and real coins.
Hidden meanings…like Athira said. But, I am struggling to make sense of it all. [Yeah. I know. So, why do I try decoding these dreams?]
Yet, the notion of you resisting the urge to give directions suggests a direction to take through this mystery. What could that direction be? You attended some kind of tour or event which touched on history, hence Stonehenge, but bothered you in some way, causing you to bristle and not want to participate/be helpful. It sounds like a childhood memory from a time when you may have had an interest in ancient history. Or, a childhood memory converging with a present-day situation and a memory from a distant past life in which you were able to visit Stonehenge.
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