Tuesday, February 26, 2013

grandma

I was in an apartment or house with others. There were weight lifter types down stairs... kind of neandrothals. AMS from New Orleans was visiting. BW and it seems other guys were there from my past? I think it made AMS feel uncomfy...
I don't know how I felt about it. Normally I would have cared about someone's feelings, but I don't think I did.

My grandma (IC) was next door. I had to take care of her, but this wasn't a bad thing. I loved her and enjoyed being there for her.

I went to a concer, some platinum blond gal. My friend AL-S was there and I had taken my grandma too. She liked to get out. I walked right into the concert and straight to the best seats even though I didn't have a ticket. I didn't have the normal fears you might have getting caught and then getting kicked out. I felt I had a right to be there. Not so much entitlement, just a feeling.  The concert was over, so I went to the bar in the lobby and met up with AL-S. She was having a bloody maria. I was trying to think of what I wanted and decided to pass on a drink. Another friend was there, SK. As we were all leaving the conert, my grandmother  had left out before us. I couldn't see her, so SK went out into the parking lot to find her.

There were grand steps leading away from the concert hall. They looked icey, so I went to stand up on some decorative boulders for a better view to find my grandma. The stones were in the grass at the bottom of the stairs. I turned back to look at the steps that now looked made of hardened clay and they collapsed.

I found SK and my grandma. I told them that they should have called to tell me that she had been found.
Then I was visiting a doctor's office. The office seemed a bit victorian, all dark wood, velvet uhpolstery, etc. A French man was coming out of the examining room. It seemed he was getting an enima. I had been reading a nutrition book and it seemed we were both doing the same plan.
He spoke French to me, I didn't understand him much. I felt he was a nice man and nice with his wife.

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Then I dreamt that I was on some sort of ship under water. It felt futuristic, but a little steam punk. The ship was movign under water. We were headed to a destination. I was working under the "carriage" of the ship. I had to be outside of it and it was dangerous. The others on the ship were not aware of how dangerous it was and what I was risking. We reached our destination, some sort of dock of sorts. We didn't have a lock for our ship, which was now the size of a van. We left to go get supplies and then realizing there was no lock, went back for some of our valuables.

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