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featherynscale) wrote2003-05-01 10:04 am
featherynscale) wrote2003-05-01 10:04 am
Dreams
At least these are not cabala-related... or at least not overtly cabala-related. The esteemed Mr. Crowley could extract cabala from Mother Goose, and Umberto Eco writes a reasonable comparison between the tree of life and the drive train of a car, so I suppose you can relate anything to anything if you really go at it.
In the dream I am in an empty shopping mall, attempting to find the office of the baseball commisioner, as I am apparently going to be inducted into the baseball hall of fame. I am accompanied by two or three male friends, and we are somewhat nervous about the surroundings. We find the office and speak to a man, who asks my name. I go to say it, but the guys I am with say "She's our momma, don't you know her?". I am for some reason unable to get a word in edgewise to tell them my name. The guys don't know what my name is, they only know me as "their momma". So eventually I get a printed memo addressed to "Momma" and am sent on my way to the next office, which is somewhere completely different.
In the next place I meet an elderly Chinese woman, who is being made fun of by passers-by for being superstitious. I scold them, telling them that surely someone so well-respected as this lady, who has a son in the government and all, could not be superstitious. The people bow their heads and leave. The lady smiles and hands me a map. Later she will re-appear and show me a hidden door, which will take me to the place I'm trying to get to.
In a second dream, I am with Jacki and a few other folks who have been dispatched to the home of an elderly couple to plant a tree there. We go, we find a spot to plant the tree, and dig a hole. We then go back to the truck to get the tree, and drag it to the hole. By the time we do this, however, the old couple has built an entire room on that spot, walls, carpet, furniture, everything. They tell us the tree can't go there, that's where the bed is. We wander around, looking for a place to put the tree, but we never find one.
Interpretation to come later - just trying to record as many specifics as I can before I forget them.
In the dream I am in an empty shopping mall, attempting to find the office of the baseball commisioner, as I am apparently going to be inducted into the baseball hall of fame. I am accompanied by two or three male friends, and we are somewhat nervous about the surroundings. We find the office and speak to a man, who asks my name. I go to say it, but the guys I am with say "She's our momma, don't you know her?". I am for some reason unable to get a word in edgewise to tell them my name. The guys don't know what my name is, they only know me as "their momma". So eventually I get a printed memo addressed to "Momma" and am sent on my way to the next office, which is somewhere completely different.
In the next place I meet an elderly Chinese woman, who is being made fun of by passers-by for being superstitious. I scold them, telling them that surely someone so well-respected as this lady, who has a son in the government and all, could not be superstitious. The people bow their heads and leave. The lady smiles and hands me a map. Later she will re-appear and show me a hidden door, which will take me to the place I'm trying to get to.
In a second dream, I am with Jacki and a few other folks who have been dispatched to the home of an elderly couple to plant a tree there. We go, we find a spot to plant the tree, and dig a hole. We then go back to the truck to get the tree, and drag it to the hole. By the time we do this, however, the old couple has built an entire room on that spot, walls, carpet, furniture, everything. They tell us the tree can't go there, that's where the bed is. We wander around, looking for a place to put the tree, but we never find one.
Interpretation to come later - just trying to record as many specifics as I can before I forget them.