| Thinker : Dreams : Goddess in the Whirlpool | |||||
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Driving my car up a dirt road. I see an open air jeep with the ignition key in it. I take the jeep up the hill to my destination. (The dream is fuzzy here.) I return the jeep to where I found it. There is a small shack. I walk around the back to find a large space surrounded by buildings. A large man comes to me. I tell him that my jeep has died. We walk back to the road. He pushed my jeep even though it is in gear. It is beginning to sputter alive. I finally get the clutch in and it begins rolling fast. I pop start it and am on my down the hill, leaving my blue Grand Am at the shack.
In town, the streets are wet and there are colorful leaves on the sidewalks. It is fall. I walk a bit and then go to find Marian. (Marian was in a dream Sunday night in which she was wearing a silky gold dress. We hugged for a long time while I felt her body under the dress. I sent her an email about the dream last Monday morning. Last night I left a message asking her to all me since she never responded and I don't know if she took offense.) I found Marian cleaning a small hot tub in side a tiled room of a large old house. Then suddenly the tub is slightly muddy. Then empty. Then full and clean. She removes a white cape to reveal a white one-piece suit. I get in with sex on my mind. She pulls the top half of her suit down to her waist. I swim in clockwise circles, the bubble jets push me along. She shifts her suit so that her breasts are now covered, but below her waist is open. I see her sandy blonde bush.
Upstairs, there is a reception of sorts with families and friends of Marian's. I entertain the guests and receive a warm welcome and goodbye. |
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First written Fri, Jan 16, 1998 Last published Wed, Jun 2, 1999 |
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