A Better Day

Jp (apologies for the small type face - I wrote this in Wordpad then cut and pasted but it hasn't copied the formatting over. Typepad wouldn't accept .rtf, so it is in .txt, and Typepad appears to be in a huff that I didn't write it originally in Typepad and so won't allow me to change any formatting):

A very different day today. Jane woke me this morning at about 6.45, obviously quite agitated - she had had a dream. Having listened to her and being aware of the anxiety level and the various aspects of the dream, I suggested she should write it down. She said she didn't want to think more about it at that point.

I believe, from a workshop I did many years ago, that it is potentially quite an important dream but I do not want to put my interpretation on it. I am hoping that the person Jane is to see on Thursday will be able to form a view of its possible value and perhaps take her through it.

Later in the morning I asked again if she would consider writing it down; perhaps to please/appease me she said yes - if I did the writing. I did. This evening she asked me to include it in this blog: here it is.

Jane's Dream

I am attending a conference at a grand house in the country.

The entrance is up a flight of steps and through a revolving door into a large foyer. There is no access for Guide Dogs so I have to go up further external flights. At the top of the second and third flights there are windows but no door. The fourth flight has a door at the top with access for Rainbow [Jane's guide dog].

I am shown into a small poky bedroom.//

I didn't get the chance to get Rainbow's drinking bowl out, which is always the first thing I do.//

I've been given facile jobs to do which could be done by a 16 year old on work experience.//

The conference hall is packed with people and the keynote speaker is being introduced from the podium as the speaker and entourage enter at the rear of the hall.

I am sitting at the side of the stage at a table with bits of Sellotape.

I see a commotion caused by a dirty lame dog with open wounds, flat ears and tail, which had followed the speaker into the hall, pushing past the entourage.

I am absolutely appalled and shocked to remember that Rainbow had come to the conference with me some four days ago and I had completely forgotten and neglected him. Felt so guilty and very wretched.

Just as the speaker began to speak the dog jumped up onto the stage. I realised it was Rainbow. I pushed my table away, causing further distraction. Rainbow came to me reluctantly, as if I hadn't looked after him and I'd hurt him: I realised how badly hurt he was. I asked for a first aid kit - they hadn't got one.//

"If you don't find me one, I'm going to tear up a sheet" - they could only find cotton wool and Germolene.

I paid £2,000 for two towels to wrap him in; he didn't want me to touch him and he was bleeding. We get into a taxi to go to the vet.

The paintings were varnished this morning, we put them in the car and went to the framing shop. Jane came in and discussed frames with the proprietor and made choices. It was really very good to see.

We then continued to the art shop, had a moment's discussion and then we both went in: Jane chose the paints she wanted and the canvases, then retired to the car - allowing me to pay.

My feeling is that a lot of the anxiety was eased at the review by the reassurance we were given.

We await to see how tomorrow will turn out. . . .

Comments

[gwen]

Each day is a step and a learning curve. It will be interesting to hear how the dream is interpreted. It feels from one who is looking from the outside as if you have all reached a corner,and is makes for very humbling reading. You have all come such a long way and made tremedous progress although I am sure from your "view-point" it feel very different but please believe me, you have.Our prayer and love are sent to you all. Gwen