My dreams last night left me with just a jumble of images, and I'm not sure how or even if they all connect into one story. Here is my memory of them:
1. I am in a barn with some cows. I feel very connected with them, as though I care for them every day. I talk to them as I go about my chores of feeding and watering them, promising them that soon, soon they will be able to run freely in the meadows. Somehow, I find myself on the floor, because I have slipped and fell. A black cow saunters over and begins to sit on me. I panic, knowing that if I get pinned under her, I will get crushed, and yet, I am unable to move. She lowers herself on me, but with just enough pressure to let me know of what she can do. Finally, I manage to roll away and stand up, brushing off the hay and dust off me, my panic now subsiding. The cow looks at me with very knowing eyes, laughing in her own way. With a swish of her tail and a toss of her head, she sashays back to the stall, knowing she showed me who was boss!
2. I am with a young girl and together we are riding our bikes along a rural road into town. We work there and it is our custom to do this every morning. On this particular day, the road is flooded and we are remarking on how this could have happened, since there has been no rain lately. We get to work, and after a while, I open the front door, only to find that the water has now reached the threshhold. My feet are bare, and I trail my toes in the warm water. At that moment, I find myself high above the town, seeing the town centre from a bird's-eye view. There is a symbol beneath the waters that can only be seen from above - a cross within a circle - and it shimmers with its own power. Just as suddeny, I am back on the threshhold and my friend is with me. Together we make our way towards the bikes, spashing and playing like little children. I feel we should be concerned about this, but somehow we're not, as though we know all is and will be well.
3. (This next bit is somehow connected with both the images above.) I'm in the barn again and with me are two young boys, who I know have driven their bikes through the flooded streets. There is something very strange about one of them, as though he is somehow disguised. An older woman is also with us, and I recognize her as Angela Lansbury, but more specifically, in her Jessica Fletcher role on "Murder She Wrote". She is dressed in a smart suit which is really out of place in a barn, and is holding a large magazine and a pair of scissors. Her back is to the two boys and she is in her "Aha! I've got it!" mode, baiting them to make their move. She proceeds to cut out a page from the magazine, while saying, "It's over, you know. You are not that little boy any more, and you can't fool me any longer. It's time to become the man you are. See? I'm cutting out that part of your life that would have you under such delusions!" As she says this, one boy disappears, and the other one transforms into an older man. He is very handsome, with thick silver-white hair and mustache, and is dressed in nothing but boxer-briefs, so white they're almost blinding. He comes over to Jessica and the two embrace.
4. I am at a piano trying to descipher a particularly difficult piece of music. I know this has been written by my father, and I sense him standing behind me. I am not entirely comfortable with this, feeling as though I am once again a little girl trying to understand something that is beyond me, but am urged to do the impossible by the authority of my father.
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