I had lots of dreams through the night. The two I remember are:
I am at my house (not waking life). It is a quaint cottage. A neighbor, down the same driveway is having a party/get together. He is like a cult leader. I drive my car down the drive to see if I can park it there and then see many cars parked in his yard. He is having a music gathering in his house. It feels religious. I realize there is no room for me to park my car and drive back to my house. It feels like we live out in the country.
Kathleen and Shaney come to my house. In the living room I have two small basketball hoops on either side of the room. They are like kid basketball hoops. Two younger boys are to come and shoot baskets also, though they never show up.
Shooting baskets feels like a healing ritual. This part of the dream is vague. However, there is a feeling like everything slows down and this basketball ritual is healing. I don’t remember Shaney and I shooting baskets. (it is more like putting the ball into the basket). However, Kathleen does shoot baskets.
I am with another woman. We go visit these wealthy people at their house. The wife has long, blond hair. We don’t see them when we go and visit, except I see the wife through glass doors, across the house sitting perfectly still, looking straight ahead. I wave at her and there is no response. The couple has two young boys, but we do not see them either.
The maid is an older woman in her 60’s. She is overweight and very kind. She drives my friend and I home. I have to climb around her in the seat to get out. It is awkward. We have visited these wealthy people more than once. My friend and I are younger.
