Swamp Creatures on a Pedestal

Three hours worth of movie.  Five hours worth of sleep.
Countdown to Fourteen.  Nothing is in the cards.
Except that I am supposed to move away because of this.  Not run away, but move.

That was very clear and repeated.  It was advised by my subconscious and my conscious mind.

Men carrying rods and looking to unload them on the horizon of the city.  Yikes.

I shot arrows.  Remember cupid is evil in the real myth.  Don't forget that!  I'm supposed to take a boat to a place, no less.  I love being in other places, but I don't like to travel.  It's probably because of the terrorist stuff and the Stockholm syndrome!  Why stay?  Really.  There's no reason.

L is in jail and so is C.  Probably forever.  Like birds in cages.  They both have watery, sparkly eyes.
The photo at the top of the stairs where my Grandmother had her stroke?  The photo is of her father and his six brothers.  Some of them played instruments.  Tommy played the piano.  The other one went to California.  I don't know much about the rest of them.
Her father had Hodgkin's and they had him on so much morphine at the end that it would kill two horses.
Well, that makes sense.  The Dharma.
Both Great Grandfathers worked for the railroad.

It makes sense that I am where I am.  Except the boat I need to get on to become an Empress.
I don't have to worry about the men carrying the rods.  They were the ones who picked them up.  Sorry for your burden.

MJ is in Brazil.  I wish I was there. I picture us wearing white overalls.  That would symbolize security and the new year.
E has a baby seat in his car and has a bunch of intimacy and patience.
S has no sense of the importance of other people's time.

Gathering up a list of pros and cons.  One list is longer.  We all know the answer.
To act as if we don't would be just a scene in the drama, pretending.  The costumes aren't even that great.

My first thought today was of footy pajamas.  I gave them as gifts in my dream.  Only if I count backward can I remember the thoughts about wearing a onesie.  It began while I was doing laundry last evening.
These days are only for figuring out what to wear that will hide me safely and taking three showers a day and sitting in the tub until the water is gone.  Rinse, repeat.  Wrapped up like baby Jesus.

JC received a pair of pajamas in the dream.  LGJ, to be exact.  He needs footy pajamas as much as I do. We could wear them like space suits and be astronauts and come back to earth and be born out of the water like all the myths and like all the movies.

Be careful not to put anyone on a pedestal of course.  We're all just swamp creatures with too much technology returning us to root level at the base.

Chakra separation ceremony, picturing Siamese twins in the kaleidoscope.  Being far away is the answer.  Travel by water.  Listen to audio books.  Learn another language.  Spend all the money at amazon.  Eat crackers with the family.  And leave when it's time to go.