dreams: December 4, 1998
Christ
I'm in a kitchen. A luminescent older woman is next to me.
I can't see her face, but she has big blonde curly hair like an
angel's halo. All of a sudden I feel the force of God --
Christ more precisely. (Not necessarily Jesus,
but the force of his inner Christ spirit.) Christ feels golden,
like total divine light pouring into me. [I wake up for a second
in bliss, my body shaking with the vibration.] I hear Sarah McLachlan's
song, "Into the Fire," except the words are "Into the Light."
Benjamin, from the D., is here. He's being
healed. I'm giving him my prayers.
picking through old squash
NEXT, I'm in Phoebe's room at John's house. It's a mess. There are
bowls of old food sitting on the floor. I see a dead mouse. I'm
disgusted.
I'm at Megan's house, next-door. It's evening, and we're
hanging out together. We are still in high school. Then I'm at a
social event with Megan. A girl is preparing a salad, and she POURS
ranch dressing onto it.
Veronica is here too.
Then I'm at a kitchen counter, putting together a dish for a
small meal with a number of people. I'm combining already-sliced and
cooked zucchini and squash from big plastic yogurt containers. I have
doubts because some are old; they've been sitting around unrefrigerated for
days. I'm going to be microwaving it all, but I don't want anyone
eating weird bacteria that may have accumulated. The squash looks
beautifully golden. But one of the square shallow pans of the veggie
is really old, because I remember seeing it sitting in Phoebe's room.
I notice it has a big dead ant floating in the water in it. A few
other bugs are there too. I'm picking out some pieces of squash,
while leaving out others. All the stuff I want is getting put into
another plastic container.
The kitchen counter is in the parking lot on Water Street.
It's nighttime. Others are here too. A male friend comes to
see what I'm doing
(Will Nessly?). As he leans over next to me,
we have a moment of intimacy -- close friendship that feels really
good, even though it's not acknowledged out loud in any way.
I walk home, up to B Street. It's dark. All of a sudden my
forehead gets all warm. It's as if I were leaning over a steaming
plate of food. It reminds me that I'm only carrying an empty plate
(a big blue ceramic serving plate with flowers). I can't find
where I put all the selected squash/zukes. I look through my pockets.
I forgot it, so I have to go back.
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