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.
