I come outside and see that my mom has balanced
my new camera on top of a log that is standing
vertically on top of a rock. The rock hill slopes
down quite steeply into the sea just next to the
cabin. The hill reminds me of the wild part of
the island where my grandmother's cabin used to
be and the log reminds me of one of those meditation
poles that people used to stand on.
There is some younger woman who I know, although
I can't seem to remeber who she is. She pushes
the pole, making the camera fall on to the
rock. It's broken, I'm sure.
Dream 2
I come around the bend. The trees are on my right,
the field is on the left, home is ahead. There is
a black bear on the road, blocking the way, but it's
back is turned on me. I know it is going to turn
around. I consider going on to the field to circle
around it.
After these dreams on consequtive nights I get up and walk out
the door. It's the first frost and I fly down the frozen stairs.
I can't remember when I have fallen last time. The pain seems to
bring back some lost memories.
