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Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Love Story

Written by (one of) my father-in-law(s) for my husband's mother!

A Love Story

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

White Buffalo and New Kids Dream

9/15/09
Dreamt I traveled a great distance to see the New Kids on the Block. It was kind of like my Seattle vacation. Lots of people were touring and admiring the city. There were a lot of rich people there. I was in a fancy house. It was so ornate in a weird kind of way. Huge amounts of square-footage was used for elaborate displays of weird items. One being an entire white buffalo. (I have never heard of a white buffalo so I looked it up and found this about it “Albino buffalo were sacred to all Plains tribes; a white buffalo hide was a sacred talisman, a possession beyond price.” (More about the white buffalo meaning here: http://www.merceronline.com/Native/native05.htm )

I guess it was stuffed. Others were carriages and shelves. The old man of the house asked Mike and I to come talk to him. His descendants were some of my mom’s friends…Lydia, Larry, DeAnna. He said that they just wanted his money. He was doing his will. He had something he wanted to ask of me. He had an egg. He wanted to know if I would bear his child. Somehow this egg would be put inside of my womb. I was suspicious of him. Why me? I figured he wanted someone to carry on his legacy. Maybe he trusted me with this precious gift. The suspicion faded. He gathered all of us together to ask what we wanted from him. We were to make a list. He had offered me some of the elaborate items in his house, but I did not put them on my list. I wanted things for the child and enough money to support him. Mike wanted the white buffalo. I suspected his heirs were listing money…showing their greed. I came across his maid who wanted to steal my egg. I ran to get it before she could take it. Then I heard her story. She had been there all along by his side. She was sad. She simply asked to have what was hers returned to her. We went into a room and there was a neat display of the inside of one of those hippie buses and some very cool purses. She just wanted them back. I believe her wish was granted.
Later I was driving around with a group looking for the New Kids. I saw them partying it up at a club. It was loud. We were on a balcony. I kept snapping pictures of them. I was giddy with excitement. They were mingling with the crowds. I stole a kiss on the cheek from one of them. Joe, the youngest was kind of belligerent. I asked what was wrong. He said he was nobody anymore. I said “are you kidding? here you are all these years later and we are all still crazy about you. Now all of your little girl fans are grown up with our own money and coming all of this way to see you”. He seemed to cheer up a bit.
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