Dream: I drag Kevin to something like an annual therapy checkup. He’s very uninterested and snoozes while he waits his turn, (and maybe he’ll sleep longer than that). My therapist is a 30’s-ish lady with straight brown hair tied in a low ponytail, she is wearing a wool skirt suit that looks like something my mother would have worn in the early 80’s. She says: ‘So, are any of these issues you are having showing up in your dreams?’ I assume she is talking about my mother and other people I am trying to move away from (and that I am awake). I say no and she says something to the effect of ‘well then, fuck it’.
On the beach of Lake Michigan with many people I don’t know, mostly, if not all, women. The light is twilighty although I associate the time with night. The water is perfectly clear and without ripples. As far as I can see there are thousands of brightly colored birds sitting closely together, mostly small to medium in size, and red and purple in color. They all stand on the sand, that is rippled, fully beneath the water. They all are looking at me gently.
A purple and red parrot flies up and sits on the arm of the woman sitting next to me–she is taller than me with long curly brown hair. I mentally plead to the parrot: ‘please, please, please come sit on my arm.’ The parrot does and I am very excited. After a bit he makes his way down my arm and chews on my glasses. When he starts to lick the corner of my eye I try not to worry about the chlamydia they sometimes carry in their mouths. Fairly quickly I decide that, while it’s been nice, the time is up for arm sitting interaction. He leaves and I get up.
A mentally challenged lady, her caretaker and another lady are sitting behind me. The challenged lady is having a spell, they are trying to decide whether to call an ambulance or not. I go over to help her, pleased that I can do something to prevent a 911 call, unlike at the movie theater (waking time event). I guide her to the ground on her side. Explaining that I know what to do. She finishes shaking for the most part and sits up. She is still having a bit of a spell, I ask her to breath slowly and she immediately calms down. Seems like a pseudo-seizure to me, and when she tells me her last spell was a ‘nightmare dream’ I am convinced. The caretaker is thankful and I get up and walk towards a door that is adjoining the beach.
I go through the door, down a short hall and go into a doctor’s office. I get up on the exam table to rest for a little while. A little later I am sitting on chair in the same room. Someone comes in a shows me an uncapped needle that was sitting out (major no-no) and asks me if I left it out. I assume it was me and start to feel bad about it. Then I remember that I was the one who got my blood drawn and it therefore it was not my responsibility.
Red/Purple Bird Lake
January 17, 2007 by lilymichaud
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