this was fuzzy enough that i wouldn’t mention it if not for the special features.
i took a nap tonight to catch up on sleep and see what i could make happen. i took to bed with me an object someone very special to me gave me as a gift. its a supercool crystalline ball that looks like a planet.
i slept for a while, forgetting my dreams, but i awoke because i felt wrong. i sleep with the crystal in my hand and i am able to not let it go. this time i’d gripped it so hard my hand ached.
ooh! i remembered part. i’d been a counselor to an asian couple. the man was incredibly nice, soft spoken and respectful, but he expected his wife to follow tradition and make herself available to his wishes, to always happily bend to his will. she was suffering because tho she loved her husband, she felt she couldn’t live in this role. she’d lived as an american single woman and wanted a life as well as a mate. i helped him to understand the respect she needed, the freedom. i think it hurt him that he hadn’t realised this on his own. and i helped her to understand that she could choose Anything she wanted. that even if he changed his mind in a week or two he couldn’t force her into this role. she didn’t need to obtain her freedom with his permission, just take it.
i went back to sleep and had a regular sort of dream where i was encouraging the kids of a family i knew to get into trouble. very cat in the hat is auntie alice. there were three (which is something else i haven’t mentioned, there have been an insane amount of threes in my recent dreams) hispanic kids, one of which loved to tattle on her brother and sister. i showed them a way to trick her into volunteering for a chore that got her out of our way, then i had them flying up by the ceiling from something like a twisted loop of cloth they held onto.
tattletale came back and was so enthralled that she wanted to play too and wouldn’t give us up. we were having a great time till mom returned as well. : ) i believe we brought the whole family in one by one.
this is the sadly fuzzy part and maybe the only important one. i can’t remember what i was doing it for, but i’d swear i had the crystal in my dream. this would be the first time i’d managed to take an object into a dream. i remember vaguely trying to fit it into an upright set of half circle depressions while the kids were flying. i’m positive i had it there in my right hand.
then i remembered i had an appointment! i rushed out to “my” car and on the way got wrapped up in another silly family doing fun stuff in the snow. i think this was a ripple effect from the ppl with the kids, that they had continued to draw ppl into their happy silliness one by one and now outside were others flying and playing.
this was lucky for me because i was trying to get my car free. it was surrounded by junk that i had to move, stuff that in real life i was pulling off the road a day ago- shingles with roofing nails sticking up, boards full of heavy nails. i walked around the far side of the car to get ones there and i realised too late that the ground had become a tiny ledge barely wide enough for my shoe. it was muddy and i slipped. i was holding onto the car door with my elbows and asking for help. i was kinda scared the car would topple over the side. there were so many happy ppl out that some came to offer me a hand.
i thanked them and got into what was then a friend’s green car, driving as fast as i could to thanksgiving, late as only alice can be. i drove to the top of the hill where my family had their house and did a fantastic skid and slide to park. then i saw my dad was there.
things were a bit tense as i didn’t expect him there and we don’t speak, but he was envious of me (my fancy parking) and chatty. so i was nice in return…one last reflection. the house was not a real house, but the land looked familiar for some reason. i think it was a park i frequented this summer, that my dad was cooking on the side near one of the overlooks…