JL & Jacqueline Dream
A bunch of friends took a trip to visit JL and Jacqueline St. Clair last night in DC. It was also Cleveland sometimes during the dream. The Johnson boys and father were there, renovating a house. They had very edgy, grand plans. The St. Clairs had their baby with them, of course. And our group spent most of the time hanging out with them in a great room that was filled with beds. It was painted a deep, soft wine color, with an elaborately carved mirror that wrapped around 3 walls and covered a good portion of the middle height of the walls. I was amazed at the craftsmanship.
A pregnant girl from work made an appearance. Somehow she was doing a poor job at being pregnant, and someone made a smart-ass comment to her about it. I remember also being offended at whatever she was doing, but not speaking up because I didn't want to be given guardianship of her baby - don't know why I was afraid that would be passed on to me. Maybe because that has been the running theme for the week in my sleep?
Sometime later I was driving all over my neighborhood, I don't know what for. There was also something about a large, old colonial that I was house sitting, and I think I was also babysitting while there. I think there was one boy in particular I felt especially tender towards protecting and nurturing - he was maybe 7 or 8 years old? There was also some kind of competition going on... a race? A best costume competition? Combination of those? Hey, it's dreamland. Anything's possible. We were uncovering things from the attic to use. Anyway, there was preparation involved, and I was helping people with this preparation, though I don't remember feelings of collaboration or even cooperation. I was leading and it wasn't going well. It didn't get ugly, but there were just more feelings of resistance, disharmony, and the inability to find what I was looking for, accomplish what we were setting out to do, or to meet a crucial deadline.
Any guesses where that's coming from? I know. For a fact.
A pregnant girl from work made an appearance. Somehow she was doing a poor job at being pregnant, and someone made a smart-ass comment to her about it. I remember also being offended at whatever she was doing, but not speaking up because I didn't want to be given guardianship of her baby - don't know why I was afraid that would be passed on to me. Maybe because that has been the running theme for the week in my sleep?
Sometime later I was driving all over my neighborhood, I don't know what for. There was also something about a large, old colonial that I was house sitting, and I think I was also babysitting while there. I think there was one boy in particular I felt especially tender towards protecting and nurturing - he was maybe 7 or 8 years old? There was also some kind of competition going on... a race? A best costume competition? Combination of those? Hey, it's dreamland. Anything's possible. We were uncovering things from the attic to use. Anyway, there was preparation involved, and I was helping people with this preparation, though I don't remember feelings of collaboration or even cooperation. I was leading and it wasn't going well. It didn't get ugly, but there were just more feelings of resistance, disharmony, and the inability to find what I was looking for, accomplish what we were setting out to do, or to meet a crucial deadline.
Any guesses where that's coming from? I know. For a fact.