BATHING MY SON, POOLS OF FROGS, ADMIRING MASK AND FAN

My nap today brought me this dream today:

The setting is murky, but I feel like we're on the move, escaping something and migrating towards somewhere else. I find myself holding onto a young boy who I know is my son.  He is about 8 or 9 years old, very thin and ill, but alert and cheerful.  We finally come indoors and I set him down on a table and realize that his cheerfulness is forced by some kinds of narcotics he's ingested.  His illness is also caused by this.  I take off his shirt and am shocked at his skin - it's pasty, feverish and damp at the same time, and also covered with scabs and dirt.  I tell him that he will need a bath and am startled by his reaction - he panics.  He tells me that bathing is not good for him, that he will just melt away in the water and not come back.  Nevertheless, I do get a basin of warm water and gently begin to wash him without actually immersing him.  He calms down and I am able to get on with the job.

The scene changes and I am now in a theatre.  The auditorium is empty, and it is my job to go up the stairs along the rows of seats and make sure all the aisles are clean.  As I am doing this, I notice that the stairs are edged with beautiful small pools of water.  Some have coloured sand in the bottoms of them, while others have thick vegetation.  I see movement, which is now in every pool.  Soon, a small brilliant red frog emerges from a container filled with yellow sand, and before long, these little frogs, of every jewel tone are hopping to and from these pools.  I am afraid that they will over run the seats and aisles, but they very neatly contain themselves to their containers.  Eventually all motion stops and all containers disappear beneath the floor.

Once again the scene changes, and I find myself with some SCA friends.  We are outside, a warm sunny day, green grass and trees all around us.  I am sitting with Her Excellency Genvieve under a large white sun shade umbrella.  She is also dressed in brilliant white.  We are laughing and talking about various stuff.  She shows me a beautifully tooled white leather mask and fan.  Tiny white sparkling beads are worked into the items, sending unexpected ripples of light through them.  

I try on the mask, which is on a long piece of pale wood, and we laugh again...