rhapsodic dreams

Dream Journal

dreamed on December 29, 2002

Sitting in a small room, I read to a small elderly woman. I felt as though this reading time was a weekly scheduled event. I am sitting higher than and facing her, as if she were on a couch and I on the coffee table.

As our time together comes to an end, the woman asks if I would come back to read to her another day. I tell her that I would love to, but I needed a phone number where I could reach her. She points to a magazine on the coffee table where I sit and tells me that her number is written in the margin.

I pick up the magazine; sideways in the white margin is a 1-800 number. I am confused as to why she has a toll-free number, but I take it to memory and leave her room.

I now stand in the hallway at my old church. There is a wedding being held at that moment in the sanctuary. Both of my parents were sitting in one of the back rows, and my father encouraged me to sit with them. Instead, I head back down the hallway and slip into another room.

Inside this room is a hard linoleum floor and miscellaneous medical equipment: it looks like a hospital room. Hanging over the door is a fancy showerhead.

I know this showerhead is to be used for medical purposes only, but I want to take a personal shower - one with no medical reason. I turn the water on, only to turn it back off in fear of doing something wrong. I scan the room and hear nothing in the hallway. Again I turn on the water and turn it back off.

The third time I turn on the water I realize that I am now naked. I let my hair out of its ponytail and step backwards into the water. Because I fear using this shower, I do not use soap of any kind; I only stand under the hot water.

Feeling slightly guilty, I quickly turn the water off and open the door. The door now leads into my brother’s living room. I walk over to the front door, still naked, and see B sitting on the stairs. He is facing away from the front door - up the stairs - and apologizes.

I realize he is weeping, but I do not know why he is apologizing. I cannot get him to settle down long enough to tell me what is wrong.