The dream starts with a small group and I peeking in houses in a neighborhood. I see a female therapist resting on a bed in a house of a woman who I know and also know is out of town.
I start my dream group. (not sure where I am). The same female therapist who is around fifty years olds with dark hair is talking, but I cannot hear her because the radio is on. I get up to turn it off, but can’t do so. I ask Peter to do it and he figures it out.
A woman shares a short dream about her father yelling at her for something trivial. We all then work on these “art” pieces related to the woman’s dream. The pieces look like very large (a foot long) puzzle pieces and they are edible!
Everybody in the group ends up sleeping over night. In the middle of the night, I get up to go to the bathroom. I am/we are at Shady Oak. My mother is in the hallway in her nighty and bathrobe. My dad is in the bedroom sleeping.
Some people are ready to leave and go home.
Last scene: I look on a crowded bus for members of my dream group that shouldn’t be there. Some of them are hanging from an object attached to the ceiling. They get rescued.
Feeling: confused, but happy. I feel I am a part of the group, but not really in charge.
It would be great to have a retreat this year, Bonnie. The therapist reminds me of Laura, even though her hair is a different color.
How lovely that your parents are in a dream about dreaming. Shady Oak is such a symbolic name. It says “peaceful” to me, but is also about shadow work. My maple tree filled my yard with millions of seeds yesterday.