I am at a woman’s house with lots of other women. We eat. I help clean up. There are lots of crumbs on a long table with a table cloth. It is difficult to get all the crumbs off. A mean woman comes to give the owner of the house something. The three women still there say she is gone (they don’t trust the woman). There is a man who was at the house and tried to leave. I ask him how deep the water that is on one side of the house is. He points to his upper chest. I try to leave and the water is up to my neck. I go back to the house and go another way.
Feelings: happy when all of us women are eating, a bit frustrated trying to get the crumbs off of the table cloth, and nervous when the mean woman comes.
Two-in-a-row deep water dreams, one with a child and one with adults.
Crumbs reminds me of crumble (disintegrate, collapse). In the past I have had big dreams in enormous dining rooms with tables many feet in length. Sometimes ancestral dreams, usually with fancy tablecloths.
I wonder about the mean woman. Someone in your life? Becky or Antonia? Or someone else?
The water is “up to your neck.” That is an interesting phrase! Heavily occupied with tasks, responsibilities, or problems …