leanne’s dream log
mountainous ski lodge with biopsies instead of skiing
last night i dreamt that moya and i were driving up a mountain to get to the place where she’d have her breast biopsy. the road was narrow with tight curves, for some reason i thought it was a mysterious road, and a cliff went straight up on the right and straight down on the left (much like driving north on hwy 1, i suppose). it was a bright and sunny day with white puffy marshmellow clouds. the road ended in a trailhead and we got out of the car and hiked up the trail. there was a large victorian building at the end of the trail that i instantly recognized as a ski lodge (i love the parts in dreams where i just k-n-o-w). but there was no skiing at the “ski lodge” and no snow. instead, there was big view and a receptionist who took moya’s health insurance and doctor and surgeon information for her biopsy and sent us off to the lounge. the waiting room had big comfy soft chairs and a bar — which was tended by christy shepard. i procured martinis for me and moya and we sat in the big comfy chairs and looked out at the view across mountains and valleys and waited. i was confused about where i was (what country, where on the map, that sort of confusion) and the view from the puffy chair made me wonder if we were in provence.
then spike was scratching at the window and opening the curtain — letting in 8am sunlight — and i woke up.
a bit o’ background for help in interpreting (!)
. . . christy shepard provided fantastic couples therapy services for me and moya in the late 1990’s
. . . we were talking about france at the anti-war march on sunday
. . . we’ve been talking about going on a hike thursday evening before moya’s friday event
. . . dr susan love’s breast book talks about outpatient surgery as being a bit like going to a spa
. . . i love puffy fluffy clouds — ricky lee jones and the orb sing a song about little fluffy clouds that moya put on a mixed tape for me in the late 1990’s