
Thanks to a good friend who needs lots of great vibes, I am posting from a place other than LJ.
Ok...dream time.
I dreamt about two weeks ago that I was walking through this very large, very diverse, very complicated building with efficiency units. Some where NYC railroad style, some were cut up mansion now populated with white trash style, and some were in-between.
After fighting my way through all of it, I emerged upon a lovely green yard. Dad was there, surrounded by passed friends and family. He was in one of those wheelchairs from the 1920's, and it was clear it was just for show.
After making my way through a variety of edifices, I emerged and found my Dad in the wheelchair. He once again had chestnut hair and florid features. With a great effort, he looked over his shoulder and said (for some reason he wasn't able to rise and greet me):
"I'm sorry, dear, that the onus was always on you."
Strange and comforting. I suspect he still has a a few chakras or whatever your religion might call them, to work though.
Thanks for listening... :)