Hi Tony, What a fantastic website! Thanks for all your continued dedicated work since last we were in touch. I had a dream a few nights ago and would love your commentary (any anyone else's) on it. I am condensing it as it is long.
I am in a bedroom of a couple. He has blonde hair, she dark, both about 30 or 40 years old. I am enamored of the stained glass windows inserted in their regular windows, and spend time gazing out of them to the countryside. The woman, an artist, paints in watercolors and shows me a book of her work. She really doesn't like them, but I think they are lovely. I tell her she could perhaps use the paintings in a collage, or cut them into strips and weave them together, or cut out a figure and incorporate it in a different painting of hers. She likes this last idea.
I keep losing cigarettes. I have a craving to smoke, but I can't find any, or the filters drop off if I am holding one, or someone gives me one and it's "not right". Then her husband with whom I am lying in bed with (clothed) hands me a sort of lit cigar and I take a puff of it. As he and I are sitting on the bed, his wife, the above-mentioned artist, sits in a darkened corner by one of the windows. I can only see the top of her head. He tells me about his wife, telling me that she's a mystic. He also says that once, when she was in the hospital, and she cleansed herself using sage, by lighting sage and blessing herself with its smoke. I understand what he's saying as I've been cleansed by sage as well prior to a painting or dream workshop.
Then I realize her husband is sitting at the edge of the bed, naked, with an erected penis. I want to make love to him, but I know I'm in a situation I am not supposed to be in, especially with his wife in the room. I try to distract myself or hide from his wife by playing with the sheets, puffing them up and down. The next thing I'm aware of, his wife has her arm around me, leading me out of the room, softly saying, almost whispering, " You can never come back here again.". She says it so lovingly I am stunned. How can I be so lovingly dismissed?
Then, in the same house, the wife is leading people into a small dining area. She is encouraging me to go in and eat. I am confused as she told me I could never come here again, yet she is inviting me to dine with her and others in the house. I wake up.