Kathy and the Leather Applique Horse

Lisa's dream: Hippie Shaman & B&W Stones

 I am so happy my grown up kids share their dreams with me just like they've done all their lives. I am so thrilled my new daughter, Lisa, is quite good at dream recall and its insights. She shared this with me and

gave me her permission to post it here:

Shaman Hippie? Pointed door looking into tree? I know it isn't even close to Lisa's description so maybe she or Adam could someday choose and rehash some google photos to more express what she saw. It is hard~! Much harder than I thought...but fun!

Lisa: I had the most vivid dream the other night and I was able to write it down and I thought you might like to hear it.  Adam, Desmond and I were on vacation in some desert area and there were all these tall rock formations that looked like the colored sand sculptures that kids do but they were prettier and more natural looking than that.  So, it was just the three of us and Desmond was very little, like the size he was when we brought him home from the hospital.  He was sick and we decided to bring him to the doctor.  We went to this huge, mall-like building and were waiting in a normal looking waiting room.  When Desmond's name was called, it was by this hippie/shaman-looking guy in long robes.  We entered through a pointy door that looked like it went into a tree.  It was beautiful, with intricate hinges etc.  Once in, it was a giant space filled with tables that all looked different and in the middle of each one was a collection of like-colored objects...mostly rocks but other things too...natural stuff...feathers etc.  We were given two "readings" by the "doctors."  The first from the guy who called us in.  He said that Desmond and Adam shared a very close bond but that the other male figure in Des' life was very spiteful.  In my dream, I thought "Alex?  Alex isn't spiteful."  The other "reading" was by a baby Leo's age who could talk but he said several incorrect things and didn't seem to know what he was talking about.  When we were leaving, I realized I had three black and white stones in my hand...2 dull and 1 shiny.  I didn't remember picking them up and two of the women who worked there helped me to put them back.  (I can't remember what the colors were for the stations where we had our readings.)  The next thing, we were home and all there...us, Des (still extra tiny), Alex, Rowan, and Leo.  We were eating in the dining room and Adam asked everyone to stand up and made a toast of some sort but I don't remember what about.  It was extra vivid and really beautiful in parts.  Adam swears I must have more artistic ability than I give myself credit for but I said it is one thing to dream or picture something and another thing else entirely to render that image into something artistic.  Well, at any rate...it was weird and wonderful and I know you enjoy hearing people's dreams.

Crying for Uncle Nick

Dream: It was a long, long complex dream. Either me or Gary had lots of brothers and we all lived in a big old house. Our room was at the top of the mahagony stairs and Jade, who was about 5 years old, had a room off of ours. 

One evening mayhem happened. One of the young, 20 something year old Uncles, Nick, went crazy, chasing and attacking people. We hid (almost like a childs game of hide and seek) throughout the house. At one point we were in a secret, brick walled attic room with a trap door watching the hallway bellow as Nick ran through the halls looking to bite someone. Eventually someone took him away.

 We went to our room to sleep and I sat up saying, "OMG, I didn't check on Jade!" 

I panicked and ran to the stairs. As I grabbed the carved, wooden uprights under the railing of the stairs, it came right off into my hand. I said 'S...it~' and threw it on the floor. It clunked just like it would when awake echoing on the wooden floor.

 I ran down the staircase and Jade was sitting on the bottom step, safe and sound and happily cutting out little paper shapes. 

"What's this for?" I asked her as I sat next to her.

 "Oh, I'm making jokes for my Uncles", she said.

 I said that was very nice...then suddenly recalled what happened to Uncle Nick earlier and she and I looked at each other and started crying for him. ~end~

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Comments: There is no Uncle Nick in our awake life. 

I didn't feel well when I went to sleep and had been watching very disturbing, scarey TV all evening (Joan Rivers Fashion Police was on as I fell asleep!) but my love for Sci-Fi, Ghosties, ghouls and haunted houses, etc...is a big factor. I also watched X-Files movie where the aliens enter a human through black oil and morph new bodies inside their host. Very creepy.Nick's teeth and facial expressions looked like the alien's big pointy teeth. I sure hope it was just TV residual dust and no one goes biting and creeping out the family.  The carved wooden stair part was so clear and made an impression visually and audibly.