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I am with a group of people. We are being forced to climb down this rocky cliff. We do. At the bottom are a couple of doors. There are two women who are a lesbian couple. They go out one of the doors first.

I am married to a black man from South Africa. He is an art professor. We are sitting in bed. A young, woman student calls him and asks about her grade. He tells her to read more about art to help raise her grade. He leaves and she calls back. She tells me she just got married this past year and that took up a lot of her time preparing for the wedding.

I am helping others get things from their rooms when we are liberated. This is difficult to do. It has something to do with notebooks that have information in them. I somehow have to get the information out of the notebooks and they are stuck in them with some sticky material.

Daynotes: Nice day. Prepped for having Dee and Ed for dinner. Then Paul and I bought material to stain the deck. In the afternoon we went out in the boat and went fishing for a couple of hours. Beautiful day. And we had a very nice visit with Dee and Ed. I feel like the depression is lifted.

I am in a hotel. There is a young couple there. The hotel lobby has water in it up to my waist. I tell the young couple if they go down the stairs to the landing there is a sauna and if they go all the way down the stairs there is a pool to swim in.

I go into the sauna. It is dark and crowded. I ask if there is a space for me to sit. No one answers. I feel around and find a place to sit. I am happy.

Scene at the end of the dream where I am in my car. There are 5-7 bees buzzing around at the bottom of the windshield inside. I am fascinated by them.

Day notes: depressed.

My take on the dream: I need cleansing. Helping others like the young couple would help my mood. Finding a place to sit is telling me I can find where I belong. Bees do the impossible flying with their wings and big bodies. And they are pollinators- new life. Windshield: Look out front to the future; be ready for new life, new ideas.

I am traveling around in a truck with a canoe on top. I am “settling” things. I have a baby boy who is about 7 months old. I hold him in a cloth carrier in the front. He is happy and content. I bring him into a store. I want to show him to the cashier and to Sheila Asato who are there. They are preoccupied and I can’t get their attention.

I am concerned about feeding my baby. I hear about getting formula at two different, small towns. I then think about breastfeeding him. I know it will take work and patience on both of our parts. I can’t believe my baby is not fussing; it has been a long time since he has been fed. I finally get free from settling things(?) and can go.

Day Notes: still feeling depressed. I wonder if it is a bit of PTSD. It is the week before school starts in Minnesota. I used to feel anxious about giving up my freedom and getting back into the “rat race”.