11/6/13

I dreamt I was in a field, maybe 100' deep by 40' wide, with a sloping dropoff as you moved towards the end of the property. It was enclosed with a fence, as if it was our own private property. It was fall, with beautiful colors on the trees (oranges and reds) and the grass a deep green. I was spending time with what seems to be my kid, although he didn't look like my kid. I had the feeling we were as best friends with each other, but he was very young and small. Blonde haired, which was strange, but the way we got along was a way only parents do with their children. We played games in the field and talked of dreams. He spoke as if he was the boy in the last of JD Salingers' 9 Stories: he was very smart, and planned what he wanted for his life. Then others showed up. They were about to march down the sloping hill, with great fanfare. And they were making references to me, as if they were taunting me about how I go down the hill, or maybe just mentioning how far ahead I was or should be. And they started going down, head over feet over head, as if they were rolling down the hill in the way perpendicular to what's possible. Then I thought to myself: why am I so afraid to do anything to this yard? It's mine. Nobody else would be afraid to start changing it, planting things, making it their own. So I threw some berries, strawberries and raspberries, all over the yard, in hopes they would create their own bushes in time. Then I worried about the raccoons coming and stealing the rotting fruit. One of my clients mothers was just about to ask me a question when I awoke.