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Little crazed blond boy with a kind of crush on me wants to run in the yard and play games
Church service with Mexican food included - somebody's helping me put together ceremonial plates: slices of avocado and apple with standard meat and sauce; I hold a chunk of chicken in my palm, dedicating it to some male ancestor, before dropping it onto the paper plate which will be covered in foil
I comment that since I've become pregnant, I've begun to like avocado more (waking hours: neither is true)
Big doofus guy bursts in and starts mumbling something to me - I ask what he's saying and says the same unintelligible stuff all over again - then beckons me outside and says clearly that the boy is saying bad things including something about Satan - didn't want to say such bad things in front of all those people
He leads me to the boy, who is locked up with all these other kids in some kind of high-up scaffolding, grinning away - I chide him and say that if he wanted to play, he ought to simply ask me, not say ornery things to get my attention
Wake and start again
Family reunion sort of thing - because it's my 18th birthday, Grandpa has decided to give me a necklace of Grandma's (who, in this dream, has passed away; in waking, both have) - he has every one of the necklaces around his neck, under his shirt - he gives me the most wonderful one, with every possible gemstone strung onto it, but keeps on taking all the necklaces off - I say, thrilled, that I remember the gemstone one, and don't put it on yet, but know that this necklace will transfer some of her strength or ability to me
Snippet of waking hours, last Sunday:
Standing in the cold at a hilly Christmas tree farm with this year's sacrifice held upright by my left hand. My hand is cold but my body is warm from the walking. My wood shoes are caked with wet mud and dry weeds are stuck to us here and there. I am facing a near-full moon, bright pearl-brilliant in the slowly darkening blue sky. The sun is setting orangely behind my right shoulder. Dan and Johnnie have gone to fetch the car and I, the amazon, am standing silently with this tree, waiting for them.
Now this tree scents our house, with a stoic presence like Haystack Rock. Tonight we will hang on it the baubles I have been collecting all my life. My 32nd Christmas, though I am 31. Back and back and back...
Church service with Mexican food included - somebody's helping me put together ceremonial plates: slices of avocado and apple with standard meat and sauce; I hold a chunk of chicken in my palm, dedicating it to some male ancestor, before dropping it onto the paper plate which will be covered in foil
I comment that since I've become pregnant, I've begun to like avocado more (waking hours: neither is true)
Big doofus guy bursts in and starts mumbling something to me - I ask what he's saying and says the same unintelligible stuff all over again - then beckons me outside and says clearly that the boy is saying bad things including something about Satan - didn't want to say such bad things in front of all those people
He leads me to the boy, who is locked up with all these other kids in some kind of high-up scaffolding, grinning away - I chide him and say that if he wanted to play, he ought to simply ask me, not say ornery things to get my attention
Wake and start again
Family reunion sort of thing - because it's my 18th birthday, Grandpa has decided to give me a necklace of Grandma's (who, in this dream, has passed away; in waking, both have) - he has every one of the necklaces around his neck, under his shirt - he gives me the most wonderful one, with every possible gemstone strung onto it, but keeps on taking all the necklaces off - I say, thrilled, that I remember the gemstone one, and don't put it on yet, but know that this necklace will transfer some of her strength or ability to me
Snippet of waking hours, last Sunday:
Standing in the cold at a hilly Christmas tree farm with this year's sacrifice held upright by my left hand. My hand is cold but my body is warm from the walking. My wood shoes are caked with wet mud and dry weeds are stuck to us here and there. I am facing a near-full moon, bright pearl-brilliant in the slowly darkening blue sky. The sun is setting orangely behind my right shoulder. Dan and Johnnie have gone to fetch the car and I, the amazon, am standing silently with this tree, waiting for them.
Now this tree scents our house, with a stoic presence like Haystack Rock. Tonight we will hang on it the baubles I have been collecting all my life. My 32nd Christmas, though I am 31. Back and back and back...