I am an observer of a man in his 30’s-40’s. He has black hair. He is being picked up by some authorities and put into rehab. He is being processed. It has been four to five years since he was in rehab. Now I am the one that has been brought into rehab. I am sitting in a circle with five or six other people in rehab. We go around and say what number we are. Some are high numbers and some are low. I say 86 was my highest number when I was in rehab five or six years ago. (I think high is a “good” thing)
Later, I am in a hallway near where are rooms are. I keep using an inhaler. I do this many times. Somehow this is helping me. I then start to go back to my room. I pass these two women who are “odd”‘. One is low cognitive and the other has an ugly face. I pass them going through a room on the way to the elevator. Then I see others going to this restaurant. I decide to go too. There are these long tables set up for diners. I see an empty place at the end of a table. I ask if it is available and it is. I see Linda Barber seated at the table. She is self-conscious about being there. (all of us are at from the rehab). We talk. Next I am cutting up an old t-shirt of hers. It is red. I am to use it for something. Linda also needs part of it. I say she can use some of what I cut up.
Feeling: felt sympathetic for Linda’s feeling of embarrassment. Otherwise, I am feeling neutral.
If this were my dream, it is time for healing-a restoration to my healthy self. I am not resisting. I went through a healing 5-6 years ago. Maybe my masculine self did some healing then-more confidence out in the world. At that time I experienced freedom, change and transformation (86)- also let go of negative stuff. Now I am in a transitional space/time (hallway) in my life. I am breathing in spirit for healing (inhaler). I pass by two women; one is low cognitive and one is ugly (in the past I did not have confidence in my intelligence or my looks). I take the elevator down into my unconscious and to a nurturing place (restaurant). I see Linda Barber who represents my happy, friendly side. She is embarrassed. I can feel embarrassed and get defensive when Kevin accuses me of different things like orchestrating everything. I cut up a vibrant, casual top to be used for something. I share this with my happy friendly part. I am ready to get back into life.
I breathe in spirit
A vibrant nurturing
I am restored to life
