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I had the best dreams last night. They were
really long and complicated. You were there. The beginning was in a cafe
and you were the celebrity. Of course it was a small desert town and
you had that chic SF glamor. One woman was trying so hard to be your
friend and you just weren't having any of it. She was basically asking
you, "what do I have to do to make you like me?" and I am thinking,
"stop trying, it's never going to happen with her trying so hard."
Then there was this tall, slender, dark haired beauty and she really was your friend, a very close one as it will turn out. She took us out of the cafe and to the desert motel next door. The motel was one of those 1940's auto court deals with a dirt lot, old scraggly trees creating a lot of shade, white walls, rooms lined up in a row.
We went past the rooms to the back where there was a mashed up house, part eichler, part geodesic dome and all big. The door was opened by an older woman and I knew that we had found my lost mother. This was the real mother. She was nice, short, stout, maybe italian, the dark kind like melissa, catholic, ten adult children all living the maze of a home.
We came into her home and I knew that she knew who I was and that everyone else did too, but we didn't talk about it. We were invited to dinner and we ate at a large table. I was telling the dream this morning to dennis and it was all so clear, but now it's fading.
I'll get to the part that I found interesting, there was an uncle of mine and I sat with him and he said he had a quiz for me. I knew there was a lot depending on my passing the quiz. There were three questions, the first question I answered wrong. It was the sort of question that had a first obvious answer, which I gave, but if you thought deeper there was a second true answer and that one was correct. He was kind about it and still encouraging.
The second question took up a lot of space and the answer was given so I got that one. Now everything depended on the last question.
The question was something like what's hidden but remains true or what has no physical existence but power over us all. The obvious answer was death, but I didn't fall for that this time, the real answer was one I should know and always forget, emotions, the emotions of ourselves and others are out of our power to control, all we can control is the way we react to them.
Then there was this tall, slender, dark haired beauty and she really was your friend, a very close one as it will turn out. She took us out of the cafe and to the desert motel next door. The motel was one of those 1940's auto court deals with a dirt lot, old scraggly trees creating a lot of shade, white walls, rooms lined up in a row.
We went past the rooms to the back where there was a mashed up house, part eichler, part geodesic dome and all big. The door was opened by an older woman and I knew that we had found my lost mother. This was the real mother. She was nice, short, stout, maybe italian, the dark kind like melissa, catholic, ten adult children all living the maze of a home.
We came into her home and I knew that she knew who I was and that everyone else did too, but we didn't talk about it. We were invited to dinner and we ate at a large table. I was telling the dream this morning to dennis and it was all so clear, but now it's fading.
I'll get to the part that I found interesting, there was an uncle of mine and I sat with him and he said he had a quiz for me. I knew there was a lot depending on my passing the quiz. There were three questions, the first question I answered wrong. It was the sort of question that had a first obvious answer, which I gave, but if you thought deeper there was a second true answer and that one was correct. He was kind about it and still encouraging.
The second question took up a lot of space and the answer was given so I got that one. Now everything depended on the last question.
The question was something like what's hidden but remains true or what has no physical existence but power over us all. The obvious answer was death, but I didn't fall for that this time, the real answer was one I should know and always forget, emotions, the emotions of ourselves and others are out of our power to control, all we can control is the way we react to them.
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