Very stramge - this 2012 business. One cannot help but think a bit apocalliptically. On New Year's Day night I had a long, strange dream. It was the end of the world, but still, there was enough time to administer a shot to people in hospitals, and like others, I voluntarily went and had the shot. The shot would somehow avoid a more awful death, whatever that was. I was lying on the hospital bed, and a male doctor came in and asked me if I was fearful. I said no, I was comforted by the fact that I was a part of the huge organism of the universe. After a while, I found myself on the carpeted hospital floor in a hallway, and there was a gorgeous red swath of cloth, otherwise things were getting distorted and I was losing my calm state. I rolled over and saw through a doorway my father grinning at me - his full size grown head on the body of a baby. I thought, oh, it's okay, and there is no real progressive time. I was scared but I knew he was there to guide me.
I definitely shouldn't have seen the movie "On the Beach" recently. It is such a calm, terrifying movie.
Last night I had no heavy duty dreams. We watched the Rose Bowl parade, then took down all the Christmas decorations, much more easily, since my reorganization last year, and then watched the Rose Bowl game at our son's house and ate chips and dip and petted his dog. Then we came home and my husband watched the Fiesta Bowl on my computer out in my studio, and I watched a movie with the dogs ("Out of Sight"). The Oregon Ducks won, which was satisfying (we have a daughter and granddaughter in that vicinity) but Stanford lost at the last second. So disappointing, as we root for the West when we can. But both games were so close and exciting every single second.
Today I'm going to replenish the bare cupboard and pick up my daughter-in-law from the airport and have my foster granddaughter in the afternoon. A full day. Thus begins the new year, and I am grateful to be beginning, yet again, what has been begun before.
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