My dream came in several scenes, and I no longer remember how they connected.
A child used a chain saw -- it was real, but a child's chain saw -- to cut the back of a rottweiler, who was grinning and happy. There was no blood, no pain, just two proud women, his mother and another, looking on. The dog acted like he was getting a good scratch. The women didn't understand the extent of what the little boy was doing.
There was a huge anthill outside the kitchen window, which was nothing like our kitchen window, nor was the outside anything like what's outside our kitchen window. The largest anthills I've seen were in Timber, about three feet by three feet at tallest, and made of pine needles. This one was taller than a person and about eight feet wide. It was in between two trees. It was purposefully left undisturbed by us. The black ants swarmed and moved so the whole hill seemed alive.
What seemed incredible was as the ants added new things to their hill, the new things were green and alive against the plant matter that had long since turned browns and greys. The ants used a lot of soft-looking evergreen... like the new needles of deodora cedars.
I was at the end of the hall, right where it branches into my mom's bedroom, my sister's bedroom, the bird room and the bathroom, only none of these rooms were what they are in the waking world. At the end of the hall was a beautiful aquarium filled with all sorts of goldfish, both fancy and commets, all bright colored, as if they'd been living in a pond with exposure to the sun. We used to have an aquarium there. I was painting fish in golds and yellows and oranges and reds on the outside of the glass, with easy, elegant sweeps of my brush. I was painting on the outside what the fish inside looked like. Then my dad said to me, and a few friends (family?) there, that it was time to go.
There was a beautiful woman, with dark brown hair, perfect skin and a captivating smile. She was a famous singer, a soloist, and she would be performing a concert before many that day.
She was disabled, physically. Her hands didn't grip or hold things, she couldn't walk, even sitting up without aid was a challenge for her. When she went out on the concert stage, she laid down towards the front, where a microphone was set near the floor. And when she sang, her voice was incredible, swelling and gorgeous. I don't know what she was singing.
After the concert, she indicated she wanted something off the table, but there were several things and I didn't know which she wanted. Her service dog, a yellow lab, was a hell of a lot smarter than me. When I didn't know what to get her, the dog went to a man who was sitting in a folding chair next to the table. The man was disabled as well, and the disability had affected his brain as well as his body, but he could walk. I felt that he had cerebral palsy. The service dog (who was smarter than me), pulled him over to the table by his sleeve, and he picked up a pop that had been sitting on the table, as indicated by the dog, and gave it to the singer. She drank from it by holding the can with her palms. And she smiled.
Someone came out with champagne. It was to celebrate the woman's wonderful concert, which was held on new year's. The person who brought the glasses and champagne out was an old friend of mine from Girl Scouts who does theater, Janelle. As she passed out the glasses and everyone drank and applauded, she said joyfully that it was a great time to "Baptise the holiday."
