Mish Mosh

Last night I had a dream with my mom, who's now crossed over, and about a self-help group I used to do work with.

The one part, I was at a lake near Las Vegas. I've dreamt about this same local before, I don't know if it exists in real life, but in the previous dreams, there were bluffs and cliffs surrouding the lake, and in this dream, those same bluffs and cliffs were now 20 story buildings and hotels.

There was a lot of people in the water. I got out of the water, onto a little floating oasis. This oasis instantly turned into the inside of the condo of a life coach I used to work with. I never saw the inside of her condo, but in the dream this was it.

She was having a small party, and many of the people who I knew from taking classes at her place of employment - let's call it The Institution of Wong - were there. I saw one couple that I knew, and the wife was talking to the group about how unhappy she was in their marriage. The husband looked bothered by her share - this was a funny point in the dream, because at The Institution of Wong, everybody seemed to share everyting, and everyone seemed to have to be happy about it. But he was expressing that he didn't like her share. It played as funny in the dream.

Then, I was up on stage doing improv. And then the dream switched and I was in a movie. It was a James Cameron movie, and it was this big, modern epic, where people were current, modern people, but they're characters had all these symbols on them about who they were in past lives. One character styled his hair by twisting strands of his hair into Greek God statues, bridging them with other hair shaped into olive leaves, like Caesars crown. So he was a roman in a past life, and the movie was futuristic enough that it was plausible that hair styling had gotten that exacting.

I don't know really what the movie was about, but we wrapped up shooting for the day. I was having dinner with my mom - she's deceased, remember - but I was talking with her over dinner like she was still alive, she was sitting across the table from me at the restaurant like she was still alive. I was telling her about the shoot, how big James Cameron does everything, how I was worried about this movie being as good as his others, because he's gotten to a point where people will just throw money at him, and he's got free reign, and it's making him sloppy. I didn't feel that the extra money was making the movie any better it's just allowing him to do unnecessary, extravagent things.

My mom just smiled and listened. When I moved to Chicago and started doing improv, she was the only person I felt I could talk to about that stuff while she was alive, and it looked like, in this dream, that maybe she continues to be that person for me still. It felt like it was telling me that I can access her if I need to.

That's all I remember. Thanks for letting me share.