It was called the red room because it was decorated in a red handkerchief theme. The bedspread was done in handkerchief patchwork. There were handkerchiefs for doilies and on the walls and a bushel basket lined with them with books in it. There were throw rugs over the brown carpeting. I noticed it had been a long while since cleaning or vacuuming.
I then realized that she had guests the week before (an entire houseful) and no cleaning had been done. At one point I thought I had left my clothes somewhere else, so only had grubby clothes to wear and no dress up. The next scene I remember was walking or hiking with C in front of me. The going became somewhat rocky, but the soil was mooshy. On a slight steep decline, C tumbled head over heels like a somersault. As first I thought she had done it on purpose to negotiate the decline, (kind of like I did the roll over in Fiery Furnace) but then she didn’t get up. I asked if she were hurt; she replied “Of course I’m hurt, I can’t get up, I have multiple injuries, call 911” a myriad of different people then came to administer to her, The feelings of the dream were unprepared and helpless.
(August 24, 2010)
