 |
| my grandmother and her mother, taken by my great Aunt Bigelow, 1911 |
In my dream I was riding up in an elevator, pulling something viscous and stringy out of my mouth. I kept pulling and pulling and soon there was quite a pile of disgusting vomit-like substance at my feet. A woman tried to get on the elevator and I shooed her away, pointing to the mess and holding my nose.
I walked out of the elevator barefoot and my arms were full: carrying shoes, notebooks, jackets, all manner of things. I was in some sort of commercial mall or office building in a wide and tall lobby filled with light and people. They identified me as a 'healer' and I didn't know what they were talking about -- I had wandered into this group at random. They insisted I was sent here to heal, and as I stood there, incredulous, I felt heat rise up from my feet, into my legs and blast through the top of my body. As this happened, I floated a few feet off the ground and hovered there, for a moment.
When I touched back down they put a child in front of me and asked me to heal him/her. I didn't know how in the world I was supposed to do this and I felt as if I was going to let these people down. Then, just as before, a great heat rose in my body and I felt compelled to embrace the child -- I practically covered them in a classic duck and cover pose.
The child was healed.
