Blessed Samhain!
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voxwomanHope your holiday is a good one
So I went to a dumb supper* last night at my friend Sue's house. Her neighbors finally got the local area to ban parking on her street (I suspect that her frequent gatherings were really starting to bug the neighbors because there would be cars lining both sides of the road and the road really isn't wide enough for 2 lanes of parking and 2 travel lanes. And she has something for every Sabbat at her house.) So that forced me to park around the block, near a commercial area. When I returned to my car (after a nervous walk down an unlit street with no sidewalks wearing all black at night) I discovered that some little bastard had egged it. It was also about 35 degrees (that's just above freezing for us Fahrenheit-types). Lots of "fun" getting the egg off the car when I got home.
This morning, I had a vivid dream... I was at "my house" (of course, as usual, the house bore no resemblance to my actual domicile). I think I was in a converted attic. It was a very large, open space - more like a warehouse or a big-box retail store that has been converted to living/working space than a residence. The major dream bits were these: my step-granddaughter was over, and she wanted to play the drums. I brought her over to my congas, and there were also a set of "electronic bongos" which were just the right size for her. She started playing them, and they were programmed to even out the beat and add a bass and keyboard accompaniment to them. The kid sounded pretty good. I was planning to jam with her on my keyboards (which were right next to the bongos), but then I remembered that R had set up a small PA off to one side of the room, and I went over to grab a microphone. I started singing a very silly song with improvised lyrics about my step-granddaughter and her family - having a line or verse for each member of her family, naming them and saying one thing about them that rhymed with whatever went before.
About halfway through the second verse, a whole bunch of people, mostly R's relatives came pouring up the stairs into this space and were very excited about G playing the drums so well, and were also amused with the song I was making up with her. Then my brother and his wife came into the room carrying a basket of laundry, and I had to stop singing.
* For those that don't know, a "dumb supper" is a silent meal shared with those that have passed on to the Summerland, which is where Pagans believe souls rest between incarnations.
So I went to a dumb supper* last night at my friend Sue's house. Her neighbors finally got the local area to ban parking on her street (I suspect that her frequent gatherings were really starting to bug the neighbors because there would be cars lining both sides of the road and the road really isn't wide enough for 2 lanes of parking and 2 travel lanes. And she has something for every Sabbat at her house.) So that forced me to park around the block, near a commercial area. When I returned to my car (after a nervous walk down an unlit street with no sidewalks wearing all black at night) I discovered that some little bastard had egged it. It was also about 35 degrees (that's just above freezing for us Fahrenheit-types). Lots of "fun" getting the egg off the car when I got home.
This morning, I had a vivid dream... I was at "my house" (of course, as usual, the house bore no resemblance to my actual domicile). I think I was in a converted attic. It was a very large, open space - more like a warehouse or a big-box retail store that has been converted to living/working space than a residence. The major dream bits were these: my step-granddaughter was over, and she wanted to play the drums. I brought her over to my congas, and there were also a set of "electronic bongos" which were just the right size for her. She started playing them, and they were programmed to even out the beat and add a bass and keyboard accompaniment to them. The kid sounded pretty good. I was planning to jam with her on my keyboards (which were right next to the bongos), but then I remembered that R had set up a small PA off to one side of the room, and I went over to grab a microphone. I started singing a very silly song with improvised lyrics about my step-granddaughter and her family - having a line or verse for each member of her family, naming them and saying one thing about them that rhymed with whatever went before.
About halfway through the second verse, a whole bunch of people, mostly R's relatives came pouring up the stairs into this space and were very excited about G playing the drums so well, and were also amused with the song I was making up with her. Then my brother and his wife came into the room carrying a basket of laundry, and I had to stop singing.
* For those that don't know, a "dumb supper" is a silent meal shared with those that have passed on to the Summerland, which is where Pagans believe souls rest between incarnations.
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Date: 2008-10-31 05:07 pm (UTC)Interesting that in a completely random quilting round robin, I end up with several people who share my outlook on life and afterlife. (Mind if I add you to my "tree-hugging" filter? I would love your insight on some stuff I'm approaching - the change from mother to crone.)
The egg? It was not a part of the dream, I take it. That sucks. Badly. Idjits abound.
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Date: 2008-10-31 06:34 pm (UTC)I'm going through that change, myself. I think it's when the quilting gene starts to express itself :p
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Date: 2008-11-01 07:40 am (UTC)What a delightful dream, though! Spaces you inhabit tend to show the inner space you make for yourself. And yours is big, with lots of options and you are fully in charge, surrounded by admiration and care for your family.
You "had to" stop because of the laundry? Or the brother and wife? Anyway - I'm actually glad that something is still bugging you, or else I'd be much too envious ;-).
Thanks for the explanation on that supper. I wonder if I could do something like this...? Probably not :-(.
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Date: 2008-11-01 02:32 pm (UTC)http://www.musicforthegoddess.com/mamawitch/fbos/dfeast.htm
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Date: 2008-11-01 03:02 pm (UTC)Not that I can't appreciate the idea behind it, of course. Just being me, and stuff.