the dream had gone on and on
but i do not recall any of it
until the point when one unknown man
is sitting on a mobile bench
or bench on the bed of a truck
amd is joined by another older man
with reverance
the first man, who obviously recognizes this new one,
begins to honor him with words
telling him
what a superior father he has been
he is the father of a woman in the dream
and it is alluded that she is elsewhere
in the mansion
i do know this woman is a brunette
later there is a group of "us"
in the library of this mansion
we sort of hover around the great man
it seems we are attempting to impress him
i am not sure if i am his daughter
or if i am even there at all
and merely playing witness
it appears the whole group of us are spies
and on some mission
in that mansion
some are bragging about the info they have already uncovered
when the great man puts everyone in their place
by pulling out all the info he has been secretly
uncovering
he pulls out a long white tray filled with medications and drugs
he calls out to each of us naming the drugs/medicine
we use
he proves his detective prowess
over and over
and we are humbled and amazed
later
two women are talking over dinner in a restaurant
they are outdoors
n a country type of environment
as the whole dream has been in
the one more brazen woman
is the first woman, the daughter,
whom i seem to relate to
but am not quite her
the quieter woman is talking about how no one in her family
really has enough money
to pull someone out of jail
except for her
"what about your mother?" she s asked
no, she is merely contet to ride the moon
every now and again
this is the way of saying
that her mother is a prostitue
at the same restaurant at which they work
and that the mother occassionally whores herself for money
the brazen woman says
ah, but at least every random night your mom can have a good time...
this freaks out the woman and words begin to replace visions
and i read about the interaction
between the two
as if it were literature