Koi Climbing Rocks

A storm is rising at the beach. I am the daughter of my ex boyfriend. He's going to launch the boat into the water. It's on the ramp, on the trailer, behind the corvette, but the corvette is nose first into the water. I ask, "Do you want me to drive the corvette out?" "Yes." It feels unsafe...like a set up...like he intends to destroy something and I'm going to be held responsible.

I get into the corvette and make a u-turn out of the water and up a ramp loading into the back of a moving van...it was also parked in the water, sideways, on the boat ramp. "How did I do?" I ask. There is no answer; he's abandoned me. I follow up the ramp and onto the beach.

My son Isaac is my brother. He's playing with friends on the rocks above me. I am looking for lost items washed ashore. I notice but only secondarily, beautiful fish peaking out of the rocks on the sides of my path. Then I look up, my ex/father is above going through found items. I look to the side and see my brother. I wonder how to get up there and notice the path and the koi, crawling between rocks, climbing to the top, they are so beautiful.

"Get the camera for me" I call to my father/ex. My brother/son races me for it and beats me there. I'm so angry. It's my camera, and I asked for it, but it is given to my brother instead. I scold my father/ex for being such a weak person who would not stand for what is right and instead spoil my brother and forsake me. I call him a coward and go to take my camera from my brother. It is out of film....

Doug is there (I have promised to marry him when we turn 80). I'm surprised. He says that he and Rachel are in the park. He warns me to stay sharp. I don't understand. He is talking about being aware of my father/ex, "Just stay sharp." It is like there is a plan Doug knows about that I do not. I think about Doug and do a little dance...it feels good enough to wake me from my dream.

I should call him today. He had surgery this week, too, and doesn't know about my ankle.

Tourists on Telephone

I'm a peace officer...everyone seems to be in my dream...on the watch for suspicious characters, vagrants, people making "deals" for drugs and sex, tourists on telephones. Yes, tourists on telephones...they can be found in booths, European style, sitting on tall wooden stools, backs leaning against bi-fold, glass fronted doors, smoking cigarettes and tapping the ashes into glass trays, like those from hotels, propped up on narrow wooden shelves, speaking foreign tongues...I know they are all innocent...just tourists missing home, sharing news on telephones.

Frog Song

My friend, Lynn, and I are at an adoption center for children. We seem to be employees/social workers there. There is a particular child that belongs with Lynn but I have to get her to connect the child with herself through a song. The child is supposed to sing the song...a 70's r & b...the child looks like a frog with pretty diamonds across the brow.

vicci henderson

mixed media dream...beautiful

click the pic for the photo album on Art, Artists, Artwork

Waiting for the one

click the pic to link to Nathan's photo album
I broke my ankle and have had my dreams stolen by vicodin. But I've found this wonderful painting by Nathan Spoor and when I read its title I knew it was related to the Snow in Summer dream

Pressure Washing

Must have been a fire.

I'm inside an apartment trying to get everything out before the washers come. Stuff is charred. I get interrupted by visitors; several older ladies of the Moose. A lot of clothes and glass and antiques; a lot of soot and burnt wood.

These aren't lady visitors, they ARE the cleaners. Woooooosh! Huge pressure sprayer in my kitchen so strong it removes the paint from the cupboards....hey I kinda like that look! Wow so easy if I want to refinish the furniture....please spray this dresser.

Outside I've gotten almost everything. There's a clogged hose. How did all this gross stuff get in it?! What are all those little things moving around in there...totally creepy. Wake up and clean something!

Picasso's Dream Zoya Gutina

It doesn't have to be my dream...here's an incredible dream in a necklace!