I am out shooting for my ‘Fly Awake’ project. My mom is helping me–she is the one taking the pictures. I am laying/posing on top of the cab of this very large blue truck. Like a big blue English sized semi–half the size of one in the states. I am wearing my bikini from high school, which surprisingly fits, and looks good. She tells me “you can’t do that,” as in: lay up there, and tries to tell me how to take the pictures. Frustration!
Wake: I would not take my mom with me to take pictures, unless under duress. But apparently I have been doing just that–taking the super critical part of myself (my inner mom) with me when I do my work. Now is the time where I need to let the dreams live, later I can decide what works and what doesn’t. This dream was particularly striking because I was again taking pics in dreamtime again. Now I just need to wake up and take the camera back.