Estranged Family Dinner

I am at my father's family's house. My grandmother on his side (who I haven't seen for years) is cooking chinese food. We all sit down at the table in a dining room which is very dark at a large old wooden table. My father starts to talk and is interrupted by my grandfather, who just talks over him. I try a bite of the chinese but its disgusting and spit it into my napkin stealthily so that no one sees. I take it into the other room to throw it away and my little cousin is there. I hold my finger up to my lips and make the shush noise and throw the napkin away, she laughs. When I return to the table, no one is there. Also, everyone's plate has been clearerd away except for my grandfather's which is still full of food.

Brandon in the Hospital

Everything else around this dream is fuzzy but I remember, very clearly, someone telling me that my friend Brandon (who, last I knew 2 years ago, was homeless) was in a hospital in Kansas City. He is going to be there for two weeks. I get really worried, and start trying to find hospital phone numbers.

Sister Swimming

There is a giant pool being fed by a waterfall. It spreads out into the horizon so far that I can't tell how big it is - but huge. There is some sort of game going on here. I am paired with my sister and the goal is to move into the pool, step by step, gradually going more underwater. First just the feet, then the legs, but when I can no longer touch the ground I pick up my sister and sort of swim-carry her into the deeper water. She gets angry at me and swims away off to the horizon. Later, I am back on the beach-area and my mother tells me that my sister is mad at me because she thinks that I think she can not swim.

Arg! Another Work Dream

I am at work, trying to complete various tasks. Each time I put something in its place it pops out again. Every time I try to fix something it unfixes itself. I can't get anything done. Its after 9:00 now and the coffee shop should be closed. Instead, it has suddenly filled up with people. They are all over the inside and on the porch, smoking. My mother is suddenly there, helping me try to wash dishes. I watch everything for a while kind of dumbfounded because this is the busiest I've ever seen it. My mother keeps telling me it will be okay. Then I yell out, "Its after 9 and the store is closed! Everybody out!" I look up to see two girls eating McDonalds giving me a dirty look. I just stare back.

Swinging above the Earth

I am on a sort of tether, swinging very high above the Earth - so much so that I can see the curvature of the planet. My friend Holly is next to me. We are both tethered and being pulled back. Suddenly we are released and we fly forward through the open air, gliding. I don't know if I am fascinated or frightened. I turn to Holly and say that I'm scared. She says there is nothing to worry about as long as our cords don't get crossed...

George Melia

I am in a bar. There is a child seated at a table with a woman I know. She is very young, maybe 4 at the oldest. I walk over to the table, greet the woman, and play with the little girl. I make her laugh, tease her a little, and she giggles a lot. Suddenly she is a little boy. I ruffle his hair, straigten his little jacket (because now he is in a suit) and tell him that he looks good. The mother is smiling, and I smile back and say goodbye.

I return to my seat. There is an old man there with some teeth missing. He says, "I see George Melia clearly in you."

I say, "Really? You knew my great-grandfather? What was he like?"

"A lot like you," he says.

The Old Book

I receive a shipment in the mail. I had ordered a book, but there has been a mistake. I also received a t-shirt and a book. Both items, I discover, were buried sometime in the 1850's by a prominent author. I am incredibly excited to have aquire such an historical treasure.

Then I discover that the book, itself, contains chapters on people I know (modern people)! The pages are crumbly but I discover my old client B. St. John, and his twin, among the biographies listed. In addition, I am shocked to discover that there is a poster-sized photograph of me, my mother, and my grandmother folded between the pages. I am astounded!

Then my grandmother is seated on a chair in the living room. I sit on the floor next to her and hold her hand next to my cheek. I tell her that I miss her and love her. She looks at the poster, the image is of her holding me up against her chest when I was a young child. She tells me that this was the "prime of her life." I tell her that she looked beautiful and looks great now. I am aware, slightly, that she is dead but I am trying not to think about this at all. I don't want her to dissappear.