Feeding the Baby

I had a great dream last night. I went to this little shack in Riverside that was in the old part of town.  Someone I knew lived there but was away so I stepped in.  Then people started arriving. First it was a little boy and I was going to leave but the mother said he came here specially to be with me so I stayed with him and he sat right next to me and we drew pictures and looked out the windows, I felt intensely happy. I said this shack is really small but it has great views. Then the shack started moving and rolling down the hill till it came to rest at the seashore. There was a convention at the house for feminists. They were planning an action and all the men were being herded into the back rooms. I was going over the book that was being published to go with the action with the little boy but then I had to stop because even a little boy couldn't be let into the plans.  I felt very proud that the women were getting together celebrating the pro...

Photo by Dennis. Rainbow

I had a very unusual  dream . I was in a little village at the base of a mountain walking around doing stuff when I decided to climb up the mountain. Up I went and near the top I found two giants sleeping. They were handsome young men giants with blond hair and I woke one of them up by accident. No problem! He came down the mountain and at dusk he was in the village square chatting with people and watching the action on the stage. Very peaceful giant and looking at him I figured he was only about 8 feet tall so not that giant after all.  

Dennis and I both had odd  dreams  last night.  Dennis dreamt as he was waking up that he was in a house slogging through knee deep water knowing something was very wrong. Then he woke up. I dreamed that I was committing suicide, twice. The first time I ate a package of suicide drugs but came back to life. The second time people were chasing me trying to stop me but I was focused and single minded rushing to mix the drugs up and eat them before people could stop me.

We were sitting in a fourth floor conference room and I was staring out the floor to ceiling windows at a beautiful balcony. Two crows (pointed tails right?) landed on the railing. They were huge and the sky was crowded with gray clouds. The crows began to groom each other's head and neck areas with their beaks. It was so intimate and delicate absolutely lovely. Photo by June Hunter at http://www.junehunter.com/collections/crow-portrait-series-fine-art-photo-prints  Two more crows landed. The class clown was huge, bigger than all of them with a black shiny beak that looked like a knife. He hopped on up to the window and started peering in, craning his head to see me over the seat of the chair that was backed up to the window. He just kept hopping around out there and peeking up at me.  I touched the guy next to me on the leg and when he looked at me I pointed to the crow. We both watched while the crow gently probed at the intersection of the glass and the steel ...

Photo by the Poet Charity 2016. A disappearing hourglass quilt and child made of light. Last night I dreamt that everyone was admiring my disappearing hourglass quilt. I found a group of ladies trying to piece one and making a big mess of it (in the cowper street carport, the site of so many of my anxiety  dreams .) so I offered to show them how. A large group came with me and I took them into a classroom. I was so excited to be giving a lecture. I went to the front and checked over the blackboards and whiteboards to find a space where I could show them how it is done. But there was writing everywhere. When I found a spot then the white board pens didn't mark. Finally I got both things going and started to speak when a large well dressed middle aged white lady started lecturing loudly next to me. I got very frustrated and flustered and all that. Temper tantrums and arguing but as usual I lost so I slunk away defeated.  I was in a line and other women were talkin...

I was visiting the house on Brockton and Chris and Seth were living there with lots of other people. I had to go pick Seth up from work at 1 am and I was so worried about driving in the dark. Someone showed me a map of his work site and I thought I might be able to make it there. The alternate pickup location was a bar called the Envelope. There was a little black boy and his mama in the front room. And he and I were singing together but I was worrying about not being able to keep the pitch. His mama wanted to take him trick or treating but there was so much noise and commotion out front she didn't want to take him out into it so we were coming up with alternate trick or treating ideas like having him stand in the hallway and knock and then we could open the door and give him Candy. He was a musical prodigy. But quite a bit was anxiety over the mess I had made and trying to hide it and when that wasn't possible begging forgiveness and trying to clean the mess up. I was ...

Dreams  last night were me in Menlo Park trying to get home and there are fires everywhere. Fires on the mountains and down in the city making it very smoky and hard to see. In my  dream  I am struggling to find my where I parked my car so I can get the hell out of town. 

I dreamed I was wandering around this beautiful gold and white landscape thinking to myself, "Maybe I am dead and this is heaven. Heaven's not so bad."  I told Dennis my  dream  and he said, "You got into heaven?" 

Should be a beautiful day today because for the first time in a week I slept well and dreamt weirdly. Think serial murderer who we knew when he was young.  My Sr. Research Associate Bill said let's go visit him and offer him our support. So he drives us over to a place in Riverside that is a mansion on top of a hill.   We go on up with a bag of used books to the door and someone lets us in. I'm waiting by the kitchen while Bill goes downstairs to find the murderer.  I'm fidgeting and uncomfortable because I think this is a terrible idea. I barely remember the guy. I tell the mom and dad, who are working in the kitchen, that I'm going to go wait outside but they don't want me to and then the murderer appears.  He has a Michael Jackson nose is the thing I can't stop thinking. Actually he also had Michael Jackson hair. His vibe is so extremely creepy that I feel like I made a big mistake coming here.  He welcomes me coolly and denies knowin...

The dream was this: I was visiting grandma on Ivy street. She wasn't looking very good. Getting very old and forgetful. There were so many people at her house and I didn't recognize many of them. It seemed like they were freeloading. Just hanging out and eating her food but not contributing. Grandma and Grandpa at the Ivy Street house I remember thinking how dirty it was and I decided to clean up in the kitchen. I started by collecting all the plastic bags, glass bottles and jars, cardboard, and rotten food into piles for recycling. Then I'd haul some of it out to the yard. People would come into the kitchen to criticize my work but never to help.  The cupboards under the counter were packed full of this stuff and when I cleared them out enough I saw through the back of the cupboards into my mother's old room. There was a tiny lady laying on the bed. I didn't care if she was sleeping I step through to the room and left the door open to kitchen.  ...