So the hair washing dreams have been dormant for a while. Wonder if whatever needed to be washed out was. Those who left comments left very apt ones - y'all certainly saw more than I did. What did I hear once, looking at your own dreams is like trying to read a letter with the back of your head. Such blind spots!
In short, the family business got attended to, the household was deconstructed. Things got "cleaned up" - the kitchen was where we did a lot of the work, and I did have to actually use my mom's Dial soap.
I didn't think of this before, but the five stoves of different sizes evokes for me my family: my mother, father, my two brothers, and me. Our stories were in the house that my husband and I cleaned out - and I brought a number of sentimentally valuable things with me - to keep their fires alive, I guess.
I'd like to make another point here, and that is that even after sharing a dream, offering and receiving comments and insights, and pondering, sometimes you still you don't really "get" a dream until a later time. And that's ok. If the issue is an urgent one, another dream will come.
Friday, March 20, 2009
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