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.