I am in a library with my sisters. It's a big, marble library with several floors, like the downtown libraries in Portland and St. Paul, but it's in a town we don't live in; we are visitors. We are looking for a place where I can return some books and CDs. One of my sisters leads us into one room, but there's no return bin there. I lead us to another room, and there is a desk with a woman behind it taking returns. I pull my books and CDs out of the bag a few at a time and place them on the counter. There are other people there ahead of me, some young women. My sisters are standing behind me but are pressed up so close that I feel crowded. I use my arms and elbows to push them back and make some room so I can breathe.I woke up believing I could walk and was kind of bummed when I realized it had been just a dream.
Then we go out into the lobby so we can leave. But there are some men in the lobby with huge dogs who are doing tricks with the dogs. The men are very athletic and are practically throwing the dogs around, like circus perfomers, occupying two different "rings" on the floor of the lobby. People are standing around the edge of the rings, watching. My sisters and I are getting split up. I am standing at the back of the lobby trying to figure out a way to get out, but the dogs keep coming close to me, and they scare me. Finally I manage to find a way to the front and out the doors. I meet up with my sisters again. Susanne says, "Emilie, I admire the way you handled that with grace and humor."
We walk down the street. I am walking without my cane, and I am aware that this is unusual. I know that I have cancer, and that I've previously had to use a cane. I can still feel a little discomfort in my hip. I wonder why I'm suddenly able to walk freely and how long it will last, but I embrace it while I can.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
dream :: the library
Last night's dream is sticking in my head.