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January 04, 2003
excellent dream

This was so cool! As I burst out of my dream this morning I just had to blurt it all out to D. He was halfasleep, but was very, very sweet as I babbled it all out to him.

I find it's much easier to remember them later if I tell someone all about them ASAP.

First, I should give a little background. At my old house, we had this across-the-street neighbor, Erik. He looked like a total mountain man, kinda burly, with bushy red hair and beard. When Sam and I went out for walks we'd often see him hanging out in mechanics coveralls, working on an old truck, or gardening. He was friendly in a pretty laidback, somewhat gruff manner. He loved to see Sam, but never pushed for more interaction from him. I really liked him and we often lingered to play by his driveway.

Anyway, in my dream, I was getting ready to go out, when someone said: "Look, smoke-something is on fire!" Sure enough, I looked out over the neighborhood and there was Erik's house-burning up!

Half the roof was gone, there were lots of people running about, pulling books and shelves and miscellaneous junk(his house was full of stuff-his wife was a Christian Mary Kay saleswoman and collected lots of things)out of the house. Erik was up on what was left of the roof, making a mighty effort to put out the fire. I ran down to help. I began to organise the stuff that was strewn about, piling things into baskets and boxes and delegating people to carry them away from the smoke and ashes.

Sometime later, the fire was out and the community gathered around. They were talking about raising money to help the family. I stepped up to the front of the group, to offer my house in case they needed a place to stay the night. A very beautiful and gracious woman, representing the family, thanked me and I gave her my number with some difficulty due to the blotchiness of the pen I had to write with.

Back at home, I told everyone-as often happens at my house there were quite a few folks staying there already-that we may have guests. Terra, Yoni, Daniel and a few other friends welcomed the idea, Sam was a little nervous, and Ben was a bit chagrined when I told him he might have to go home.

We were all getting ready to go somewhere on a big ol' hippiemobile schoolbus. We'd all loaded in, when I saw a bunch of people coming over to the door. Ben said: "Let's just go, they won't see us." But I got off the bus immediately and Daniel came with me.

Eriks family had decided to stay in their old house, I guess the bedrooms hadn't burned through. But the old grandmother needed a place to sleep that night.

She was an extraordinary person. There was a lot of folksy grandmotherliness about her, but there was more, too. She radiated a presence, like a priestess of some old pagan religion. Her long grey hair was coiled in a bun and fastened up with a huge knife-rather like a butcher knife. I was instantly captivated by her. Clearly this was a person of great wisdom. She sat on a folded cloth on the grass in her flowery old woman outfit, presiding over my yard with all the potency of a buddha about to deliver a teaching.

I was so excited that she was going to come into my home and stay the night. I knelt by her to tell her I had to leave, that all the people on the bus were waiting for me and I asked her what time she would be coming back and told her that I was greatly looking forward to listening to her stories that night. I also told her that if the spare futon on the floor would be difficult for her to rise from, she was welcome to sleep in my bed and D and I would happily take the futon. He nodded, squatting and reaching out his hands in offering.

She took our hands, accepting the offer. As she thanked us, she brushed her hand back over her face and hair and the knife fell out, slashing across her face. I gasped and reached towards her again-but there was no blood, no cut.

She smiled mischieviously as her hair fell smoothly around her face.

I woke, startled and joyous. I rolled over into Ds arms and proceeded to spill it out all over him, as he told me he loved me with great and sleepy fervor.

It was a lovely way to begin the day.

Straight from the Queen's mouth. Sayeth rzan at 03:11 PM
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