February 5, 2011

…Last night I had a dream with a bunch of people in it. These were all people I actually do not know in waking life, but in my dream I had met several of them. There was some kind of a connection with work (with the newspaper) with one of the women–dark hair, possibly representing M.S. There was a male, that makes me think I had met him in my 20s, who was connected with medicine (or going to the doctor), and there was a very sweet young woman, who in my dream had been to my country home years ago, and who wanted to visit.
I gave her a little silver device (that looked somewhat like a rectangular tiny flute–does it refer to my internet stick?) It was a link (like a link you click on that takes you to someone’s internet site) that would get her to my place. All of the other people had different links to get to me.
The last time the woman had visited she had placed some dried red rose petals (refers to my natural perfumery) on top of the hydro metre box. I told her they weren’t there anymore. She was welcome, but I would be away (probably at one of my venues).

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Teresa Carey is a ceramic artist, writer, photographer, journalist, publisher and nature lover. She lives in Manitoba's Interlake on a small acreage close to the shores of Lake Winnipeg.

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