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leanne’s dream log

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

whew!

white amber and bras

white amber and bras

janice wrote more about the white amber piece i get to carry in my pocket to surgery:

it is believed to have more medicinal powers than the clear types and 
also to have more magical properties.  I tell people that the reason I am 
so healthy is that I am around so much amber so much of the time!  
Anyway, it is believed in "amberland" to have great healing powers 
and the people of the Baltic use it in various ways (I even have some 
lotion), mix it with tea to drink, burn it as incense, etc.  Have heard 
some even more far-fetched uses.  (remind me to tell you sometime).

pretty interesting. yesterday, leanne and i got me fixed up with some sports bras from the sports basement, which should be less painful on the cuts in my breast after surgery. now… the reason i haven’t been fixed up already with sports bras is not so much that i don’t jog, although i don’t, but because i’ve never found one to contain me. we found a couple xl’s (maddeningly scarce), and they seem to work ok, didn’t need to choke me while wrestling over my head and shoulders, and don’t feel like rubber bands around my body. the lovely glitter-adorned package on friday night contained a special lacy bra from the lovely alla prima… just to make me feel better! now that one is a good fit, of course. it would seem like my biopsy is single-handedly saving the local economy.

in my dreams last night, it was a very hot day and i was fixing to climb up a mountain. i was trying to figure out what shoes and shirt to wear. i was having trouble tieing my shoelaces. it was so hot, i hoped i had enough water. but i remember the feeling of how good it was going to be to hike up that mountain.

it’s a bright sunny day in the city today after hard rain on the chinese new year’s parade last night. it looks like a good day for marching.