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I can’t remember the beginning of the dream except for the part where Sheila Le Corre moves to Florida where I live. She however, is going to move back to Minnesota because she is not happy there.

Last part of the dream: Someone has a boat with a motor tied up a little ways from the shore. The motor is running. Eventually the boat moves to the shore somehow. The motor stops. I am high up on a pier and can see the boat below me. I go to the boat.

I open a trap-like door on the floor of the boat. I find Sheila Le Corre and my cousin, Johnny, on their stomachs in their bathing suits. Sheila is dead. Johnny is barely alive. There are two other people (a man and a woman) on the floor of the boat who are dead. They are all in their 30’s or 40. I am sad that the three people are dead and am glad Johnny is still alive.

There is an aquatic woman (can breathe and live under water). She is with a man who is not aquatic. She goes into the water and later comes out.

I am working with the man in one room. The aquatic woman works in the next room. She is connecting these small metal things to the floor. She keeps having trouble so I go in and help her.

Scene: a mean horse in a stall close by. He tries to bite a young man.

I go back to work. Now I see there is a fire close to the building we are working in. I start to think the aquatic woman is bad luck!

I sweep out my basement (not w.l.) with a basic broom. There are a lot of dirt and dust bunnies. The floor is cement. The basement is small and square in shape. There is unpainted sheetrock on the walls. About 6-8 inches of sheetrock is missing from the bottom of the walls. There is a window on one wall. It is placed over to the right side of the wall. A double and a single bed are against the right wall with two night stands. I decide to move the beds over to the left where there is more room and place the one night stand I like the best between them.

I ask Kelsi who is around 10 years old for help. She agrees. I am my age because I know I have bad knees. A 12 year old boy is coming to sleep in the basement.

Notes: I am sweeping out my unconscious. The missing sheet rock reminds me of what happened to our Walker basement because of water damage. So, I have some emotional damage. My inner anima, Kelsi, is calm and grounded and is helping me. The rearranging of the beds is my rearranging of my unconscious, getting ready for my young animus.