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1. I am in a crowded bar. It feels like I own it. A guy comes and hangs a small, young boy under his chin from the ceiling. He stays there a couple of days. I say to a Native American man, “Are we going backwards?” (referencing what is happening with the boy). I start to leave, but then start cleaning the logs on the wall. They are very dirty. It takes me two days. When I am done, the boy is taken down by the man and I leave.

2. Sue, Marsha and I are in the same bed. I straighten the sheets and get into bed. (we are all caregivers in waking life)

I am a young hair dresser and do not know much. I am in a salon I haven’t been in before. A woman who reminds me of Barbara (woman who was in my AZ dream group-from Hungary and mostly grew up in Brazil) comes to have her hair done. She has on an attractive, summer dress. I pick up this rose colored towel from the ground to put over her shoulders. It is very damp. I put it to the side and go and get another rose colored dry towel from the cupboard. I am about to wash Barbara’s hair when I wake up.

I worked this dream with my Hackensack dream group. Here is what I wrote: If this were my dream, I am in a state of mind where I do not feel very confident. I work with people’s hair. Hair to me can represent thoughts. I am about to wash Barbara’s hair-cleaning my thoughts? Wet towel=emotions? A towel’s function is to dry something. I am getting a dry towel. Maybe this is helping me with drying up my emotions. The color rose may represent adding peace to my assertiveness. I think this could mean I am getting better with Paul-letting go of my negative thoughts and reactions to what he does and doesn’t do. Barbara is an example of being overwhelmed in her life right now. I am helping with my feelings of overwhelm.

Paul and I drive to visit Nikki and her family (Zach-husband and her boys: Van and George). They live in an old building in the city. Paul has to drive around the block a few times because he misses the turn to their place. After parking Paul and I walk to the entrance too Nikki’s place. It has a short wall and a patio. Nikki has a small dog who was a stray. It barks at us. He is on the patio. We slowly make our way to the door. Nikki answers. We go in. I see a younger George-4years old? He is seven years old in waking life. Nikki is friendly. We are to stay over night with them.