Last night I had an odd dream about climbing a bamboo trellis. I was at my childhood home in Ohio and we had a huge spred of food. The food looked wonderful but tasted bland. In an effort to find something better, I spied some sushi. Desperately wanting the sushi, I could not find a clean plate. I saw another plateau (one that didnt' exist in our real home). Down there they had a younger crowd and different food and best of all... PLATES. There was not a clear way to get down to that level so I began climbing down some sort of a bamboo trellis. You guessed it... the trellis gave way and I fell. Do you ever have instant replays in your dreams? Well... I did. I didn't like it that I fell so I replayed it to where I used the bamboo sticks as a buffer to my landing. Kind of like stilts or a vaulting pole. Once I was down there, I suddenly had a husband and a baby that had just pooped itself. I wrapped the baby up in its diaper and my man helped me find the stairs. I carried the child like a purse and it fell out of the diaper and landed at the bottom of the stairs in a bucket of water. By the time I got him out of the water and to a bathroom he had nearly drowned. I did get him out and patted him on the back until he sputtered. At that point we decided he was going to be OK.
Shift scenes. New Dream.
This one was like watching TV. It was about a child who was going back to a scene of a horrendous event that wounded her. Her face was half bloody. The scene shifted to a flash back of her when she was a baby... then back to her presently. She looked to be about 6. As they were wheeling her into what looked like a hospital environment she began to recognize the place. More flashes of the past and comparisons of the present. The view was that of a person being wheeled into an operating room. Surgery tools on a platter, IVs and tubes. Then a brash loud voice of a woman began. Showing her all the most painful tools they could use on her. It was a display of all the surgery tools to the most gruesome kinds of surgery. The child proclaimed... I HATE THAT WOMAN! The woman was no longer there. Flash back again and the woman and her husband were making very fun looking kiddy cars. Some were shaped like a hot air balloon. Some had shapes of animals. All were extremely colorful with yellows and pinks and turquoise and blues. All looked somewhat like parade vehicles like the shriners ride around in. I can't remember the rest of this dream. That's it for today.