Blessed with Salt on the Way to the Train

I am on a very windy path through an urban area - likely Manhattan - trying to get home, or to the train. I am trying to catch the 5:36. I am in a dark, old bar or restaurant, and there is a very old rusty metal ladder I have to climb to get out of the restaurant. Then I am in a room with a row of windows on the south wall. I travel down a narrow, sloping path and emerge from a dark space into a full daytime scene. On the path in front of me is a small, somewhat unruly garden, candles lit along the path. There is a woman dressed in black lace. She comes up to me and tosses salt at me while saying a blessing - she seems a bit scattered, like she is also late for something. I bow to her and receive the blessing, then continue on my way to the train - I’m sure it’s a later train now, I must have missed the 5:36.

After waking up, I looked up all of the symbolism and properties of salt: Salt of the earth, salt as purification, throwing salt over one’s shoulder, etc. I poured some salt into a small dish, which I still keep in my room.

While drawing the picture, I noticed that I was concerned about whether candles burning in brush like this would cause the brush to catch fire. But I had no concerns about this in the dream, it felt safe and was lovely and comforting.

My wife noted that the buildings looked like tombstones to her. She also mentioned that it ok to be late, especially to receive a blessing, there will be another train. She made the connection to being a late bloomer, which I greatly appreciated.