dead cousin message

I dreamt I was supposed to be getting ready for work, but I think I was going to just not go. My brother was in the house and being all proper and doing as he should, being professional and appropriate. I was feeling less than. I peeked out the window because I heard someone talking. It was my cousin that had past away a few years back. She was laying back in the car and talking kind of loudly. The kind that maybe makes you feel like you are confident and strong, but really is a tone of offensive defense. She was saying how yes... she was on acid, but not as much anymore and she handles this way better than others and so on. It made me take a look at my life and where I was using excuses and if I sounded like her when I talked about them. I was glad I over heard her.

I looked at her and he was thin again. I could see the stretch marks on her stomach, but the shape was nice. I was happy for her. I told my brother she was outside, so he went out to talk to her and invite her in. She had needed help with her hair, so I was thinking no problem, I could braid it for her until I wen to touch it. She had some sort of braid thing on top like corn rows, but it had felty fibers weaved into it like palm palms. Then the rest of the length down the middle back and heavy beads at the end making it hard to keep the hair separate. I finally got the hang of it and made a quick loose braid. It wasn't perfect, but it was done.

She also had these project she was working on. They were thick block tiles that were painted on each side, but they worked like a bead. She would put a string through each one and then another perpendicular so that they lined up horizontally and vertically to make a diamond. I thought sort of clever, I guess... it held them in place and I told her so. But then she looked at me and said "see?"  and started moving the tiles around in air, so that she could rotate the painted tiles in the design she wanted. I wanted to play with them too..