Dream #34: Driving down a country road. I'm with a few of my girlfriends. The sun is shining and our windows are rolled down. "Time passes unhindered."
It's late. We'll never make it to our destination. We look for a safe place to park.
I felt a deep sadness upon waking from this dream. I think our mom had hoped to carry us further than she was able. The snow seems to be a metaphor for the intermediary stage between heaven and earth.
"This continual ache of the heart is a blessing that when fully accepted can be shared with all." -Pema Chödrön
Dream #32: I'm downtown. A storm is rolling in. It suddenly begins to hail. Chunks of ice are bouncing off of cars in the street. I'm being pelted. I run for cover in a nearby shop. I'm soaked. There is slush in my hair.
Where are my sisters? I hope they're not stuck out in the downpour.
Dream #31: I'm in a bustling city. I feel only mild concern that I've lost sight of the group I was with. I take an unusual, open-air elevator several floors up. It feels like I am levitating.
"Last night, as I was sleeping, I dreamt -- marvelous error!— that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures."