Wednesday, Feb. 02, 2005 - 17:25

Hello gentle Reader.

I had a weird dream about my Mother the other day which I keep meaning to jot down, but until now, have just not got round to it.

Strangely enough, my Mother doesn’t appear in the dream at all. There is just myself and a woman dressed in some kind of traditional Japanese garb (though the woman is clearly Anglo Saxon), The outfit is made of fine red silk and is covered in gold and black symbols and images.. We are standing inside my Mother’s house. It is rather gloomy. And the place is filled with all sorts of bric-a-brac, furnishings and odds and ends.

“We will take down your Mother’s house,” the woman says somewhat calmly, and then she performs a remarkable series of athletic leaps and bounds (not unlike what you might see in the film 'Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon'), and as she leaps through the air, she pulls a Samurai sword from within the folds of her garment.

She makes precise slashes here and there; surgical in their motion and apparent precision. Then she lands on the floor and proceeds to guide me out of the house. Standing outside, I see what looks like a neat tear form in the corner of one wall; a seam seems to appear in another section of wall… the entire house unravels and falls apart like a house of cards, but its destruction seems to be incredibly orchestrated, as one part falls down and exposes another section, which in turn tears open and collapses like a leaf falling to the ground… it is hypnotic, like watching a display of dominoes as they fall.

That’s about all I remember of the dream. I don’t suppose it takes a genius to interpret it. My Mother’s manipulations – the Life she has built (or the ‘house’) for herself has been founded on power, lies, bullying and cruelty… and now it has all been undone, leaving her ‘homeless’.

We reap what we sow…

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