In my dream, my husband and I were gathering apples that had been discarded and there was nothing wrong with them. I was taking them off a compost pile in a corner at night time, putting them into a white plastic bag and he held the flashlight. They were large,
red apples. I think one had a worm in it. I felt discouraged that there was such wasteful people who throw away good things.
My daughter picked 2 large
red apples in a cluttered house. She said it was like doing an easter egg hunt. She put hers into a woven basket, in the daylight. 1 apple had a bite in it. She felt like she did something good.
My husband said we were all together as a family, in a deserted town, and had gathered 6 - 8 large brown paper bags full of
green apples. They were perfectly shaped and formed. Our autistic son had been completely neurotypical in his dream. We felt relaxed and at peace.
Bible verses:
Psalms 17:8
Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of they wings.
Proverbs 25:11
A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.