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I am at my house (not waking life). It is a quaint cottage. A neighbor, down the same driveway is having a party/get together. He is like a cult leader. I drive my car down the drive to see if I can park it there and then see many cars parked in his yard. He is having a music gathering in his house. It feels religious. I realize there is no room for me to park my car and drive back to my house. It feels like we live out in the country.

Kathleen and Shaney come to my house. In the living room I have two small basketball hoops on either side of the room. They are like kid basketball hoops. Two younger boys are to come and shoot baskets also, though they never show up.

Shooting baskets feels like a healing ritual. This part of the dream is vague. However, there is a feeling like everything slows down and this basketball ritual is healing. I don’t remember Shaney and I shooting baskets. (it is more like putting the ball into the basket). However, Kathleen does shoot baskets.

I am with another woman. We go visit these wealthy people at their house. The wife has long, blond hair. We don’t see them when we go and visit, except I see the wife through glass doors, across the house sitting perfectly still, looking straight ahead. I wave at her and there is no response. The couple has two young boys, but we do not see them either.

The maid is an older woman in her 60’s. She is overweight and very kind. She drives my friend and I home. I have to climb around her in the seat to get out. It is awkward. We have visited these wealthy people more than once. My friend and I are younger.

I am at a family’s house. I hold my nine month old girl. I see two of the kids from the house outside playing in the backyard. A third child comes out of the house and goes down the stairs by the door on a skateboard. I stand at the back door ringing the door bell. I want to ask the mom something. The parents don’t come to the door so I go around to the front.

I see my sister, Becky, in the yard eating yogurt. It is morning. I go to say hello. From where I stand, it looks like she is sitting in a bush. When I get closer, I see she is actually behind it. (now the house feels like Shady Oak) Then Becky is sitting under a large umbrella that is propped up on the ground. She says she is looking for a wide, open, nature place and can’t find one. I think about walks where I have seen no one, but can’t remember where the trail heads are. I haven’t been on them for awhile.

Now I put my baby down. She is now a small bunch of wild flowers. I see it needs water. I awake when I am on my way to get water for the flowers.

Earlier dream or from the dream above? is where I am showing slides of what my house looks like in Walker in May when Paul and I return from Arizona. There is still snow on the ground, but it is starting to melt.