A couple of nights ago I added to my weird dream list.
This time I was with Larry and we were walking on the beach. It was a rocky beach, not like the ones at the Gulf that I am so familiar with. Larry realized that he needed to get to the studio for a recording session, so he hopped in a car, and I continued walking. The beach was crowded. There were homes everywhere and a busy highway close by. I can’t seem to find the peace I was seeking on my beach walk. I was trying to get somewhere. I came upon a recording studio. It was all glass, like a giant cube in the sand. I looked in and there was Larry, playing his bass. He acknowledged my presence with a nod and somehow I knew that I had to keep walking and he’d catch up with me later. Finally, I reached my destination. It was a huge, modern, Frank Lloyd Wright designed home, and it, like the studio was all glass. I went in and immediately did not feel comfortable. I was out-of-place and I knew it. I decided to leave, and then Larry’s family was there, welcoming me.
Ummm. This obviously has the Glass House theme going on…But my interpretation of this one is that I feel transparent at times and going to see Larry’s family next week has me a little nervous. I’ve known them for 30 years, but I am very different from any of them and I’m pretty sure they think I’m crazy, and rather odd.
The best thing for me to do when I’m around people who just don’t get my creative mind or lifestyle, is to keep my mouth shut.
And not wear my hippie skirts.
And the braid in my hair.
And maybe even brush my hair.
Fact is, after this weekend, I’m pretty sure I’m all talked out.
I shouldn’t have even had a voice left since I sang for 3 hours straight with the likes of Dave Matthews, Richie Havens, Stevie Wonder and Bonnie Raitt. But somehow, I managed to chat with my friends for FIFTEEN HOURS non-stop. Really, we did. We talked and laughed for 15 hours, finally going to bed after 3:30 am this morning.
The 3 of us share so much in common that it’s sometimes eerie. We are all 3 authors, have each lost a sibling, love the same writers, artists, humor, and we love to discuss all things written, spiritual and paranormal.
It was so good for me to be with my like-minded writer friends. It was a re-fueling that my creative soul needed.
The laughter was medicinal.
Nancy has a collection of priceless antique dolls. Well, I have a phobia about this type of doll and it became a great source of laughter. This led to Nancy getting out a pencil and paper and making lists of our phobias or Obsessive Compulsive subjects. I’m sure you will not be surprised to know that I had the longest list.
I have a hard time dealing with:
Antique dolls with beady shiny eyes
Sitting in the middle of a room (I always have to sit on the perimeter.)
I think there were about 11 major things for me.
And then a question that really hit home…
Do you count things?
Oh my gosh. I do. I count steps. I count how many times I stir stuff. I count pieces of mail. I count items as I take them out of the grocery bags.
I am crazy! But you know what? My friends love me in spite of it, and even though Larry’s family may think I’m a weirdo, they tolerate me. (Thank you.)
All is well. I will be okay next week. I will wear my weird clothes, leave my hair brush home, try really hard to be quiet, and keep the memory of a fabulously fun weekend with my sisters in my heart and mind. (Or maybe this isn’t a good idea, because then I will be laughing randomly…Oh no. I’m obsessing…)
Celebrate your differences. Share time with like-minded friends. Have someone else interpret your strange dreams.
– Libby Lu