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So, I had another dream where I had a baby.
Different (and somewhat more possitive) this time.
Thing One: In my current back yard (the back yard that I have now, but with a different house attached to it...) the heavy rains actually washed away enough dirt to reveal the stratta below the top-soil that I've been putting down and building up for the last year.
It went like this:
One inch (or a little more) of hummous (good soil, not chick-pea spread)
One inch of fairly hard-packed dirt
One foot of mucky, yet well-packed dark dirt that was full, full, *full* of blue adventurine and other chunks of blue *polished* stones. (I felt like I'd hit a treasure trove!)
One foot of chalky, gritty, hard but not totally un-budgeable white stuff
One foot of good dark dirt.
Having hauled out a whole bunch of blue stones, I proceeded to my basement wherein I met my thesis advisor. My thesis advisor knows everything, and so she advised me to use the many old agricultural tools (including a rather large and chunky scythe and a wooden (possiby bamboo) claw-rake), to deal with re-building the soil (or something).
She spent a lot of time grinning, but she does that.
Having passed some of these tools on to Paul (and Lucie?) I went upstairs.
Wherein there was some sort of informal gathering of women going on.
I sat down on a couch and was promptly handed a baby who had no mother.
And I started lactating.
So I fed the baby, who latched right on and knew exactly what he (I *think* the baby was a boy, but I could have been wrong) was doing.
THe baby had thick, dark hair and dark eyes. And very full lips. Probably a few months old (maybe three months? I don't know) at that point. Not the prettiest kid in the world, but certainly not lacking in cute. ;-)
At this point, Lucie sat down beside me and presented me with a somewhat flat, cylindrical bag on a strap that could be zipped open around the circle of it's top-side, or around the "wall" of the cylinder, thus making it the kind of bag you could store a round canteen-bottle in.
She said it was a cat carrier, but could work as a baby bag as well.
Apparently I had inherited (sp) a child. :-)
I can't help noticing that I wasn't paticularly worried about how Paul and I were going to deal with raising a child while neither of us were even finished school yet, but everything seemed to be fine...
Anyway.
I'm wondering if, perhaps, the baby in the dream is my thesis. (Just given the two women who featured to largely in it -- My advisor, and the collegue who's disertation most closely resembles my own study... or vice versa...).
I think it's a good sign.
And, hey, maybe the blue rocks are important somehow. (Or, possibly, I just like blue rocks...). Maybe I have to cultivate wisdom, the way I cultivate my garden?
Any thoughts? :-)
Anywhoo. That was my dream. :-)
My friend, Amanda, moves to Toronto today. <:-) Good luck Amanda! :-D Enjoy your Grad Studies! :-D Woohoo! :-D (But I'll miss you...) <:-( This weekend will be filled with Paul's best friend's wedding. We got them a neat present. (Gardening stuff -- because they just bought a house together -- including seeds from our own garden, and a seed-starer box that Paul designed which uses Infrasound (Paul's field of study) to help give the seeds a boost at germination). Friday, we're having a casual group dinner at a Pizza place on Cooper street, Saturday is the wedding itself, and Sunday is the post-wedding brunch. I need to figure out what to wear... (Well, Friday's easy... I'll just go over there from work and wear what I wore that day... Sunday brunch will probably involve a suit of some sort, but the actual wedding... I'm not sure at all... Something fancy... But what...?) Anywhoo. I have to scoot and take out the garbage. - Nam'ara, - Amazon. :-)
Different (and somewhat more possitive) this time.
Thing One: In my current back yard (the back yard that I have now, but with a different house attached to it...) the heavy rains actually washed away enough dirt to reveal the stratta below the top-soil that I've been putting down and building up for the last year.
It went like this:
One inch (or a little more) of hummous (good soil, not chick-pea spread)
One inch of fairly hard-packed dirt
One foot of mucky, yet well-packed dark dirt that was full, full, *full* of blue adventurine and other chunks of blue *polished* stones. (I felt like I'd hit a treasure trove!)
One foot of chalky, gritty, hard but not totally un-budgeable white stuff
One foot of good dark dirt.
Having hauled out a whole bunch of blue stones, I proceeded to my basement wherein I met my thesis advisor. My thesis advisor knows everything, and so she advised me to use the many old agricultural tools (including a rather large and chunky scythe and a wooden (possiby bamboo) claw-rake), to deal with re-building the soil (or something).
She spent a lot of time grinning, but she does that.
Having passed some of these tools on to Paul (and Lucie?) I went upstairs.
Wherein there was some sort of informal gathering of women going on.
I sat down on a couch and was promptly handed a baby who had no mother.
And I started lactating.
So I fed the baby, who latched right on and knew exactly what he (I *think* the baby was a boy, but I could have been wrong) was doing.
THe baby had thick, dark hair and dark eyes. And very full lips. Probably a few months old (maybe three months? I don't know) at that point. Not the prettiest kid in the world, but certainly not lacking in cute. ;-)
At this point, Lucie sat down beside me and presented me with a somewhat flat, cylindrical bag on a strap that could be zipped open around the circle of it's top-side, or around the "wall" of the cylinder, thus making it the kind of bag you could store a round canteen-bottle in.
She said it was a cat carrier, but could work as a baby bag as well.
Apparently I had inherited (sp) a child. :-)
I can't help noticing that I wasn't paticularly worried about how Paul and I were going to deal with raising a child while neither of us were even finished school yet, but everything seemed to be fine...
Anyway.
I'm wondering if, perhaps, the baby in the dream is my thesis. (Just given the two women who featured to largely in it -- My advisor, and the collegue who's disertation most closely resembles my own study... or vice versa...).
I think it's a good sign.
And, hey, maybe the blue rocks are important somehow. (Or, possibly, I just like blue rocks...). Maybe I have to cultivate wisdom, the way I cultivate my garden?
Any thoughts? :-)
Anywhoo. That was my dream. :-)
My friend, Amanda, moves to Toronto today. <:-) Good luck Amanda! :-D Enjoy your Grad Studies! :-D Woohoo! :-D (But I'll miss you...) <:-( This weekend will be filled with Paul's best friend's wedding. We got them a neat present. (Gardening stuff -- because they just bought a house together -- including seeds from our own garden, and a seed-starer box that Paul designed which uses Infrasound (Paul's field of study) to help give the seeds a boost at germination). Friday, we're having a casual group dinner at a Pizza place on Cooper street, Saturday is the wedding itself, and Sunday is the post-wedding brunch. I need to figure out what to wear... (Well, Friday's easy... I'll just go over there from work and wear what I wore that day... Sunday brunch will probably involve a suit of some sort, but the actual wedding... I'm not sure at all... Something fancy... But what...?) Anywhoo. I have to scoot and take out the garbage. - Nam'ara, - Amazon. :-)
