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I am with my siblings. We are at a beach and we are told it is time to move the heavy casket. We get behind it and push. My brother, Dan, is on my right and walks besides me. He is not pushing the casket. We push it down a path on a beach which goes downhill to the sand and water. We get it to the water which is the ocean and has a feel of a California beach. There isn’t anyone else around. It is day time and the weather is pleasant. Once we get the casket into the water we are all going to hop on top and ride it.

I am not sure who died. At one point I make a pot of tea. This is related to the casket. I pour a cup. The tea looks like regular, black tea. Then I don’t drink it because the tea is made from the dead person somehow.

Feeling: neutral, just doing what has to be done

I wonder if this dream is about my death or a death of one of my siblings. Other ideas: I don’t need to know who or what part of myself is in the casket (old issues?). It will just return to the collective unconscious. Should I incubate and ask what/who is in the casket?

I am visiting Lou in New York at his place. It is morning. I have my nighty and bathrobe on. I am about to take a shower. I have not met Lou’s wife yet. I notice a small river outside of Lou’s place.

Feeling: Happy

Note: The Dreamsters worked my dream, Community Trail, the night before this dream. One of my take aways was if I thought of a person or had a dream with them in it, I would contact them in some way. I did send Lou an email.

At the beginning of the dream, Paul and I put our three to four year old son on a horse and have him drop off a meal for John and Carrie. He does fine until he gets to where he is to drop it off and then falls off the horse. We don’t worry about this and know he will be fine. I call John and Carrie on the phone. John answers. I tell him the meal is there (not at their house but close by-the drop off place). He knows.

Now our son is older, maybe seven, and I see him drop off another meal.

Now the dream changes and there is a trail close to a neighborhood house. At the beginning of the trail there is snow up to my waist that I have to walk through. After I get past the house the trail is packed down. The trail is about a half to a block long.

Every day I go and drop something off to be “mailed” for the neighborhood. Then there are more and more people using the trail and this “system”. I love it because I am meeting a lot of the neighbors.