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I am with Deb and a few other women. We are in Minneapolis or a similar city. We are walking around the streets. We come to this three story, medium blue apartment building. Deb used to live there. She still has the key. We go into the apartment with her. It is the top floor. We go into a bedroom with three full sized beds and two twin beds. There are small, framed photographs by each bed showing photos of the young women who live there. Deb goes to a phone in the bedroom and calls the landlord. She wants to live here again. The rest of us wander around. I crack open some hard-boiled eggs and put them into cups. The shells don’t come off very well and the yolks are not all the way hard. I ask Deb if she wants a couple of eggs. She says yes.

New scene: We are outside now. Deb owns a small dog. A man asks to borrow her dog and she says yes. I follow him. He and his wife have their car filled as well as the top of the car, with their belongings. They are moving into an apartment nearby. The wife drives a block or so away. I follow them. She parks and gets out with their small dog. The man then gets out with Deb’s dog. I don’t trust that he will return Deb’s dog.

I am guessing that my psyche is trying to tell me something, having all these Deb dreams. I will work this dream today with my dream group and see what materializes!

Here is what I wrote when I worked this dream with my AZ group. If this were my dream, I am with Deb, a part of me that wants to be in a more simple, carefree time in my life. It was also a time when I was more “out in the world”.

I am nurturing this part of me with good nutrition even though the eggs are not coming out of the shell very well and are not quite done. (maybe the nurturing I am doing is not the best? )Eggs can also be a metaphor for new life.

Deb lends a man her dog: her loving, loyal companion. I am afraid he will not return the dog. The dog could be a metaphor for Paul. The man and his wife are moving to a new apartment; a new life but “a part” in some ways, which could represent us moving to a new phase in our lives.

When we shared what we wrote and made the dog-Paul connection, I got emotional.

I am in a boat with Paul. It is a row boat with a motor on the back. Paul is driving. We are coming into shore. It feels like a Minnesota lake similar to my family’s cabin. Paul throws out a rope with a square piece of wood attached to it. The wood catches on a leg of a dock. The dock is taller than a usual dock. This slows us down and we are right at the shore’s edge. A guy comes in next to us fairly fast and end up on the beach.

Next scene: I am either in a boat or in the water. I am in a cave that has sufficient light. There is a narrow river in the cave. The guy from the boat comes towards me. We are walking in opposite directions. He is in the water walking and is bent over and doesn’t seem to see me. He seems to be working; maybe pushing something that is under water?

Next scene: The same guy now has a male partner. They have set up a table and are selling life size plastic fruit, vegetables, etc. They ask if I want to buy something. I want to buy eggs. I forget for a moment that their food is not real. EOD

I am at Shady Oak. I hear the doorbell at 6:30 p.m. I am upstairs. I go downstairs and open the door. No one is there. I talk to my eight and ten year old girls and tell them if they hear the doorbell to not open the door or do outside. Earlier I read about a predatory priest. I see lights from a car coming down the driveway.

Later I talk to the girls. I find out that my eight year old did go outside and talk to the priest who was in his car. I tell her to never do that again.

On January 11th I had a dream about protecting my baby. I am not sure why this is coming up now. Nothing seems to be triggering protection from my waking life. I do remember when I was 8 years old, I had touched the host during communion to stop it from falling off of my tongue. After mass (this is with all the students on a week day), the priest came down the aisle asking who touched the host. I raised my hand and had to walk across the pew and have him wipe my hands. That day at school, during lunch time in the cafeteria, I got a lot of teasing. I was a very shy, sensitive kid and that was hard for me!