Dreaming
I am taking off in a "boat" from Catalina Island (I say Catalina but it looks more like Coronado), Bodhi is with me (although maybe it isn't Bodhi just a child the same age). The boat consists of a small upper platform on which sits a throne-like wooden chair. Instead of a sail there is a mosquito netting canopy suspended from above and cascading over the sides of the chair. This Bodhi/child runs around the perimeter of the chair on the 1 foot buffer before the waves. I know this boat is a bit like an iceberg, much larger at its base but hollow inside. It is night and we are sailing through midnight waters and starry skies. The throne is also a self-digesting toilet which I utilize by squatting. As soon as this is finished it returns to a throne with pillows. I pull the child close to me and sleep beneath the netting and stars. When I awake I find that I have drifted close to shore (Oceanside, but maybe what it looked like 200+ years ago). My boat is now a sea kayak and I paddle to shore. I love California as I do and feel a deep longing and belonging.

Dream 2
My mom has created a potion, using yeast as a binder and distilling the essence of a single beautiful pink rose. These potions are for love, kindness, and forgiveness. Owen and I dipped paper and string in the solution and strung them over head filling everyone with love, kindness and forgiveness as they passed beneath.

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