March 28, 2012

  • I Dreamed of Captiva

    Last night I dreamed of Captiva, in Florida. I dreamed I was in the little cottages lining the beach. The whales were there, black firm mammals just under the surface, a delight to see. I was with friends from The Sanga. And I had a Tiger with a Capital T. The Tiger was quiet and seemed to get along with the beach life just fine. My friends told me I needed to get rid of The Tiger. My son, Beloved Firstborn was there in a kilt. And we were playing Role Playing Games and I was a Queen and had organized the games for my friends. And I had all kinds of friends. The Beach turned into a castle that linked to a subway. We slid down chutes and left clues for our comrades in the game to let them know we'd been there. And sometimes we would leave things in other places to throw the competing RPG participants off the scent. I fed them bread and cheese. Little girls were there being princesses and we ascended the mountain on a train. The craggy mountain tops had scrubby spruces on them, tagged for the people who would claim them as their trees for Christmas. Beloved First born in his kilt caught a trout. Boy Wonder appeared. And then they were gone. 

    Soon I found myself in an old Vermont country store, the wide board wooden floors oiled to preserve them. We were in the basement and my friends were there. My father was there as was The Chief and Herbert.  They were telling me I had to kill The Tiger, that The Tiger would kill all that I loved. And one by one, my animal companions, Smokey the grey cat, Lora Bora and other animals I had known, came to me bloody and missing body parts. The women of Captiva were no help to me, they left as they were afraid of The Tiger. The men encouraged me to take the Tiger away, to kill The Tiger so that balance could be restored. I lured The Tiger into the open. Away we walked, The beautiful Tiger and me. And somehow I killed The Tiger, but I do not know how.  Through it all, I was the Queen and I was Beautiful.

    Blessings abound

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