Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Gifts from a dream woman

I had a dream this morning while I tried to get a little sleep on the couch after the stormy night...

Streets and buildings. A mall. Like the Avenue Mall converted to offices. Colorful yet plain, and somber. Purples and blues and pinks on the walls--but sort of muted, like grey-purple and grey-blue and grey-pink...

I was there looking for a box I'd inherited. I got the message from Jason, I think. I didn't really belong there, I don't think, and I expected to be stopped at some point, but anytime there were people, they were quiet and busy. I went upstairs and somehow found my way to the place where my box was... It was like an old dressing room and had double doors and windows of wood with little slits in them, lots of ornately carved, dark old wood.

Someone knew what I was there for, a woman, who could tell I was sort of lost/out of place. She brought me the box and said she would leave me alone to enjoy opening it. She talked about the woman who left it to me saying she knew no one would appreciate them or use them but hoped that I would somehow. The woman didn't know why the lady favored me but urged me to take them anyway even if I didn't know what to do with them. She said she would leave me alone then and gestured toward a mirror, and left.

When I opened the box I found that it was filled with oval shaped... what were they? They were beautiful and fine with ornate details along the edges... "Head coverings," I knew, suddenly. They were amazing and as I tried each one on I felt transformed as though I understood some woman I didn't know from long ago. They smelled like the most intoxicating perfume. I knew then that she'd loved them. She loved covering her hair. That to her each one was like a special piece of jewelry except more beloved because with it she gave glory to God. She loved being a woman. She loved being mysterious. And somehow she knew I loved being a woman.

Then I pulled out a small pink/red beret with a green "stem". I put it on my head and laughed as I saw red hair and freckles. I loved Strawberry Shortcake when I was a little girl. That little girl was filled with joy at that moment.

"Mom, mom, mom!"

huh?

"I SAID, CAN I HAVE SOMETHING TO EAT!" blinkblink... Leta coming into focus...
Drifting off... trying on...

"MOM!"
Leta...

I woke up then but I haven't quite shaken this dream!

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I have had other dreams in the past about opening boxes of hats and scarves from people who had died and feeling that they were there with me.

I think maybe this was influenced by 1)eating Indian food Jason brought from his co-worker last night, 2)Reading the book of Esther last night, and 3)recently I really was given a crazy amount of hats...

Sunday, June 06, 2010

Dreams and Church

Two things today:

1) I've been having vivid dreams every night and thought it might be fun to start a dream drawing/comic diary. I might incorporate it here. Some of them are rather disturbing, though.

2) This is for those of you who go to church: What do you like the most about your church? What do you look for in a church?