My sister, Chris, has a little, three year old named Olga. She goes to a daycare. My cousin, Johnny, volunteers there. I come to visit Olga. Olga and five or six other children are playing in the water in a medium sized lake. This lake is behind the daycare person’s house.
I play with Olga. We play a rescue game where I rescue her when she goes under water. I then go off on my own, coming back a little while later. Everyone is now getting out of the water. I say, “Where is Olga?” I see a dark spot under the water. One of the children dives down, comes back and says it is Olga. I go and get Olga and carry her to the house. I do mouth to mouth on Olga for a long time. She is dead. I talk to the day care woman saying we need to call 911. She says Olga is dead and why pay $40. (charge if medical people come). I am devastated. I feel guilty. I should not have gone off even though it was not my responsibility to watch the kids.
I go to the basement to take a shower. There is just a shower head on the wall of a mostly unfinished basement. There isn’t a toilet. There is no towel so I can’t shower.
Later in the night/early morning I have this dream: I am again in the water with the kids and Olga is under water. This time I do rescue her and she is fine.
Daynotes: I am still having a challenge with my thoughts and feelings about Kevin wanting to cut Paul and I off from him and the grandkids. I find it interesting that I have the second dream and “correct” the first dream. This seems positive. Chris can be my spiritual/sensitive part. Maybe Olga is my inner child that needs to be rescued from these strong emotions I am feeling.
If Chris in the dream represents Chris, she is having a biopsy on a mass on her breast on Monday.
“If this were my dream” from our Monday night Dreamsters meeting:
My spiritual feminine side, my dear soul-sister, has experiences with some who are expected to be responsible, but are not. A neglectful aspect of personality. Neglect comes up for me when family pain and damage arrive. I feel tremendous guilt when blamed for flawed character, for foolish actions, that truly are not me.
My male spiritual side owns personal wisdom about who I really am. No need to wash away guilt.
The miraculous second dream confirms I have no fault with children. I am a loving teacher, able to rescue little people from sad emotions and stress.
And I believe dreams have overlapping components. In “my” first dream, there is a precognitive element about Chris’ health. Something dark and deadly lies beneath her skin. But my dream that is closest to waking life, to reality, says there is nothing to fear for Chris.