Feeding the Baby

You were in my dream last night! We were in a pastoral setting and we were looking out at this field and you said, "I hate bulls." I said,  "they are just cows too," and you said, "no, they are not." Then I said, "they are useful for their strength," and we watched a bull with a boy on his back pulling a ship onto the shore by a long rope. Then I was holding my husband and snuggling next to him with my head on his shoulder and he was covered with black fur and I noticed he was the Minotaur.  He was very sweet and peaceful. Minotaur a photo by   Stephen Rees on Flickr

Last night I dreamed that I was laying out my mother's body. She was tiny and frail and dead. I lay her out naked on a round bed. I washed her body and removed the hearing aids from her ears (did you know they can explode during cremation.) I looked deep inside her ear canal and  saw them and pulled them out. Later I wandered the house. It was old, dilapidated, abandoned, dusty, but oddly sterile. My bed was in a room full of water, off the edge of my bed you could see into the depths of the water and it was foul. There was dirt and dead dogs, and the sand at the bottom was not working. When clean and dry the sand would swallow up anything that fell into it and strip it back to basic components. It was suppose to be white-hot and dry like beach sand. But here it was wet and marshy. It was sad, though not disgusting. I found the kitchen, abandoned, etc... and there were jars there full of the ground powders and minerals of magic. One jar had the silhouette of a hand ...