Dream

I woke up around 5am this morning and went back to sleep. Just before waking at around 7am I had this vivid dream that I remember. Usually I don't remember dreams.

I am viewing a political event where the main politician isbelow on the grass looking up at a kind of rounded balcony. I am up to the side looking down. My vision zooms in on his head again and again. Soon more heads appear in a semi circle below the balcony. At first I think they were the same person. My vision keeps zooming in on faces, sometimes individually, sometimes just one face. I began to see that they are similar faces, but not the same, like brothers. The heads are actively engaged in some activity, maybe a political rally.

Suddenly the scene changes to snow and mountains. Someone, maybe a man,  is on skis and makes a elegant turn in the snow and exits the scene. A woman on skis attempts the same turn, but does it badly She looses out control, but does not fall. I'm viewing the scene on a level with the action, but floating in the air looking at the side of the mountain.

Sudden scene change and the same woman is driving a box-like wagon, maybe horse drawn, but I don't see the horses, just the reigns. I'm looking up at the wagon which seems larger and higher than life.

In a stressed voice the woman says that the child is dead. Even if the child is never seen, I know that the child is inside the wagon. This makes me stressed. She says that everything inside the wagon is dead.

Either she reaches inside the wagon and throws down a box, or a box is projected out of the wagon which I seem to catch, but then it's also too large for me to catch.  It ends up on the ground. 

I'm surprised to see that it's a box of carrots. I think that the carrots look like fresh carrots, but the women, or an abstract source tells me that the carrots are dying. I feel very stressed about the contrast between what I see as fresh alive carrots, and the opinion that the carrots are dying and becoming dead.

I wake.

I remember the dream vividly. I have an emotional connection to the many politicians' heads and wonder about their similarity. I worry about the stressed woman. I remember the bright orange color  of the carrots. I wonder why they are considered to be dying, and why I see them as being so alive. And why carrots?