Living

It was my first night alone in a while, so I went home, took a bath, read a book, cooked dinner, watched "Ferris Bueller's Day Off", talked to good friends, played my guitar and listened to melancholy music. I finally fell asleep after the tears dried on my cheeks and once again I dreamt of my mother and my sister. (I don't how many of you readers know this, but I have been interpreting my dreams for many years and the usual interpretation goes as follows. My mother symbolizes a break from a partner that can be repaired if I choose to make the effort and my sister represents problems with the people near or in my home. This particular dream is no exception to these translations: my heart is shattered and my upstairs neighbor is continuing to drive me nuts.)

In the dream the three of us were on this placid lake holding tightly to ropes trailing behind a speed boat. A driver settled in and took off around the lake and my mother, sister and I without water skis managed to maneuver on our bare feet through the water. It was very cold and fast. The three of us were terrified, but we didn't know what to do other than hold on as tightly as we possibly could. White-knuckled and the wind kicking at our faces we each skated from left to right. Finally, as if our minds all became one we decided to let go and the momentum made us weave right and through carved boulders that led to the ocean. There we swam and struggled to return to the calm waters of the lake. The sun was setting and sparkling upon the blue waters when suddenly everything went calm and warm. Each of our hearts began to settle and we smiled at each other with relief. The chaos of life was finally beginning to diminish and communication was about to begin.