I am helping four people in "rehab" and there is a large "supervisor" that checks in to see how we are doing. One of the therapies is jumping on a pogo stick. I can feel the thrill of the jumping and even in the dream I know it is a dream and I take advantage of it because I know I'm not able to do that in real life. LOL. I pass it on to a man who seems to always be with me.
Then I'm running a cart through a check out...over and over. I'm anxious that I have what I need until the "supervisor" mildly chastises me to just BE and have Faith that what I need will be in the cart. When I run the cart through the check out everything turns to gold.