I liked, too, how when the father jumped out the window, my dream self recognized him as my father and therefore transformed him into his form for the continuance of the dream. That dream-self making her connecting to dot, dot, dot. The awareness and recognition during last nights.
Had another dream about an elevator.
We, friends and I, I think, were looking at a scenery of a big city (like New York city) and as we started walking towards it, my friend was feeling as if we were lost, no longer could they see the large building we were going to go into. The friend wanted to turn back and look elsewhere, but I said the building is still ahead, just it's unseen for a short time, because of the close-upness of other buildings. It would only be behind all of them.
I requested the friend to believe with me that it was still there and to continue walking forward to find it out.
The friend was relieved that the building was actually up there, hidden from view just that momentary expanse of time. And when we went to it for to visit it, a lady was coming down on an elevator with a clear window for the doors. We could see her jump up onto the gold bars inside on the walls, she stood inside like a Queen, her hair and dress flutter upwards with her motion of coming downwards, I guess an airs.
I knew she felt on top of the world.
I thought if I had had a camera in the moment, I would have been photographing her and her airs and her hair and dress a flutter. I knew that that was what I'd be photographing if I had been a photographer. ha ha.
Loved it.
Thank you, mingo.
Working on it. I likes that way of thinking.
xoxo
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll