…I dreamed I was at S’s house in the country, which was simultaneously actually my house, but with bigger rooms. D (a former two-timing boyfriend) was there to see S (the woman he two-timed with). He had given her a kit with an amber liquid (looked like dark urine) which was supposed to be added to some kind of healing concoction (for her? for her animal?). She tried his “expert” advise; he asked how it worked. She told him it only made it worse.
There I was, the healer, offering to figure out the problem. I asked her to give me the tiny plastic book (that was part of the kit), and a tiny sample of the herbs she was using in treating the problem. She gave me the book, and was putting more of the herbs than I needed in a little baggie, along with a big ovoid pill (vitamin). Most of the herbal mixture was red raspberry leaves (a standard woman’s herb). I wanted her to put it all in one baggie, but she insisted that they go into two. She tried to seal the bag with a bag sealer, but a banana peel was draped over it. The peel got caught when she tried, sealing only half the opening. I told her she should give the peel to my goat (one of his favourite foods). She was surprised that it was goat food.
The scene shifted to outside by the goats’ fence. The neighbours’ two dogs were wrestling there. At first it looked like they were fighting and drawing blood, but it became clear that they were playing. I shooed them off the property so I could let my own two dogs out. They obeyed without difficulty. I watched them leave along the tree line, but then the scene shifted to an older residential part of Winnipeg (the North End). The dogs turned into goats, and started browsing on a neighbour’s already pruned shrub.
It didn’t seem tome that they would cause problems, but I thought that they should rather chew on the other neighbour’s plants that were much more overgorwn.
