Dream sequence begins thus:
I am back in school. I am trying to get to school, but there has been snow and ice and the threat of more. I’m trying to figure out how to get there and what I should wear as I have to walk (apparently I am back in high school, but I look like me now, not me then).
There is a young woman with a doll house. She is pointing out each of the rooms and talking about each one. As she does, my dream zooms in on each room. I don’t remember what was in each room, so I don’t know what the point of zooming in was. Then the woman hands me a very thin platinum wedding band. “Hold on to this for me, will you?” she asks.
I ask “Why would you want to give me your wedding ring?”
She says, “I made it; I want you to hold on to it for me for a while.” I start to put it in my pocket, and she says, “No, you can wear it; it’s ok.”
I say “It probably won’t fit.” I try to put it on my little finger, but it is too big. She laughs at me. I then try it on my ring finger, and it is snug, but it will fit. I notice when I put it on that what looked like a thin band is really a claddagh ring, and the woman’s name, Danielle, is engraved on the inside. I think it is really weird a woman would make a wedding ring for herself, but I’m distracted by some commotion to the right.
Apparently, I’m on the set of my favorite tv show, but I don’t know what it is since I don’t recognize any of the actors. High up on a loft-like structure a man is lying on his stomach and he is confessing to a priest who is kneeling next to him. I don’t remember what he is confessing, but I realize, looking closer, that the priest has him tied up. Vigilante priest? The dream then zooms out, and I see a line of other men, on their stomachs with their hands tied behind their backs, in a row next to the first guy. I’m really disturbed that these men are tied up.
Then I am in the kitchen of our house, and I notice that the lights are on in our shed. They aren’t on an automatic timer, so I don’t know why they are on. I tell boo that we need to go find out if someone is in the shed. As I’m looking at the shed, I think it’s a bit odd. The front of the shed looks like ours, but the back looks like a house. About half way down the side, there is a little patio with a 70s era cushioned chair right in front of a door, and then the shed becomes two-story from there.
I go out the patio door, and instead of going to the shed, which is to the right, I go to the left, and instead of the pond, there is a two-story A-frame house. There are some really stereotypical hillbillies lurking about and yelling misogynist things at me. I ignore them and go inside. In the loft there is a couch and there is my boo and we both flop down on the couch, laughing and cross our legs. We just know to do the same things without talking. We’re both in black; I have on yoga pants and a black long sleeve shirt; he’s in black sweats and a long sleeve shirt. I realize that the web cam is set up and we are getting ready to record a podcast. “What are we going to talk about today?” I ask, and then I wake up.
Apparently, according to Wikipedia, (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claddagh_ring) mothers hand these claddagh rings down to daughters, and grandmothers to granddaughters. So even though the young woman was younger than I was, and there is no one in my family named Danielle, I suppose I am to take her as a matriarchal figure. That puts a new spin on the house, as house then becomes lineage rather than a literal house. Maybe it’s a spiritual lineage, since the very next shot in the dream was a priest. But what was the priest forcing the men to confess?
So then there are three more “houses” after that–our current house, the shed that has morphed into a house in the back, and the A-frame. Since I never get to the shed, I don’t know what is in it, except the light is on unexpectedly (light= energy? spirit?). The A-frame had an all-glass front and all the lights were on inside; it was “blazing” and boo and I were in the loft (highest area, and, weirdly, where the priest was in his part of the dream). We’re being very twinny, and intuitively synching our movements, but we’re also getting ready to “broadcast” something. Are we taking over the priest function? Are we getting ready to “preach”?