Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Water the Fish?

It didn't seem the least bit odd in my dream that my mom was alive. Or that she was only about forty years old. She was walking around in a house I didn't recognize preparing to leave on a trip. My sister and I were watching her bustle about looking for her clothes. We were nervous and whispering back and forth and wondering how we were going to explain to her that we gave all of her clothes away three months ago. It was weird how Mom was finding things to toss into the suitcase in the middle of the floor. For a while she was wearing this dress that would only zip about halfway up the back. Eventually she just gave up on the zipper and donned her red raincoat to cover it up. The strange part was this huge fish, about the size of a football, that was flopping around on the floor. It looked like a cross between a clownfish and a giant koi. Mom reminded us to water the fish when she left. I'm certain this dream is a portent of traveling somewhere to eat fish while having clothing malfunctions. With the full moon later this week it's likely I'll have more strange dreams to report. Thank you for staying awake, and go back to what you were doing, which I'm sure was more interesting than this post.


LindaCO said...

After my sister died, I had a similar dream, chock full of symbols, taking place at an unfamiliar house. The most vivid bit for me was how she was wearing a white coat with fringe on the sleeves, and I was helping her cut the right strings, which I took as cutting her ties to this world. Processing it all, I suppose.

colleen said...

Gee, if you can find those sparkly, red dancing clogs -- from a previous dream -- maybe we can head down to Sioux Falls for Sushi someday?!

colleen said...

Maybe it's good that I didn't have your mom's pink chaise shipped here. Though I'd never met Edna, I don't know that I'd want her ghost wandering my halls in a red raincoat! And, trust me, I'd now be thinking about it!

Bellona of Avalon said...

Oh, Linda, the whole journey thing! Of course! And I didn't think of it until I read your comment. I so appreciate your point of view!

Colleen, I'm going to SF tomorrow! Call me in the morning if you want to ride along!

And even though Edna was something of a holy terror when she was alive, it's been very quiet since she died. She burned the candle at both ends for a very long time, and the light was lovely, but I don't think there was much of anything left behind!