I was able to “extricate” myself out of Media Noche by telling my mom that I wasn’t going down because of the dogs and that I was giving Carlo a chance to celebrate with them.
I suppose I felt that a great burden had been lifted from me after that because I felt very tired even though I had gotten enough sleep the night before, and I took a nap.
Then I dreamt.
I was in my grandparent’s old house in Congressional Village where I remember many good times and spending most of my childhood in since both my parents were often at work.
There was a party and I had brought T, my reader, along to take care of my CB, my dog.
We were swimming in the clear blue waters of the pool and I brought CB with me. Out of the blue, I saw this red car filled with people come out of nowhere, threatening to crash land into the pool. I went under the spot where it was about to hit and crash and used the buoyancy of the water in order to “soften” the blow.
The car didn’t crash. Instead, it landed on my shoulders in the water. There were people inside the car trying to get out and the other people in the party were trying to get them out. Debris was all over the pool and the water turned murky and muddy because of the dirt that came in with the car.
I was frantic, looking all around for CB who was in the pool with me in the beginning, wanting to know she was okay. I called out for her but she didn’t come. Some other people were helping me out but they had summoned all sorts of animals but not CB.
I went out of the pool to look for her and eventually found her hiding somewhere. I looked for T to tell her to bathe her while I took a bath myself. T, by the way, was dressed in a purple gown, wrong for the occasion, but she probably thought she had to dress up to be in the party.
I was looking for a free bathroom upstairs. The kids’ bathroom was occupied, so I went to the bathroom of my grandparents. I don’t know why I dreamt up this particular detail, but my grandmother had a carousel of open conditioner sachets.
My interpretation: Basically, it just says that before, I had good feelings about my family and everything, but even though I had been the one who had prevented them from crash landing, spiritually and karmically speaking, that is, they already muddied the waters of my emotions and experience with their reckless behavior.
My reader being overdressed just reflects the way I am incredulous about their (her including my other reader) prophecies, that I feel they are telling me something better than what will really happen.
CB being there is just plain straightforward. My dogs bring me comfort in this world of ungrateful, advantage-taking humans.
Happy New Year! Just six more hours to next year. My celebration is going to be a quiet and solitary one with my dogs. I’m keeping expectations low this year. I just want to thrive, get through this and go on with my “tour of duty”. Fun and happiness are luxuries for me. It’s the vexations that I want to throw out the window for good, thankless people included.