The mountain is green. I wait for snow. One of my giant mothers is here with me. When we stand side-by-side my head is at her ankle bone. This mother is translucent with a blue outline. She says, Come with me. She is kind but I don’t want to go. I follow her up the mountain. We stop at the top. She has food. I have a bucket. I make a steam room to enjoy. But it is only for me. I am very happy. She is disappointed. She made dinner but I won’t eat. I am in awe. And full of guilt.
(This dream is from January 2017.)