I'm in the bedroom listening to Sandy talk with two men in the kitchen. I think she is fixing breakfast for them. One is a photographer and the other is the shaman brother of JP. They're discussing how Native Americans have been reclaiming historical/cultural artifacts--skeletal remains, sacred sites, etc. The shaman remarks that he is surprized by the fact that they are now claiming ownership over the quality of light at their sacred sites, and arguing that the pollution caused by industrial others is degrading that light.
Later that night, I dream that I'm talking to an attractive young woman at a table. As we speak I see projected, as on a screen, a beach scene where various voluptuous young beauties are cavorting in the sand. One is noticeably pregnant. I understand that they are on an island, and that the young woman with me at the table is inviting me to join them there. Then it occurs to me that I'm time traveling , so that I'm talking to her in the past. With a sudden shock I realize that she is there at the island right now, in real time. I blurt out: "You're there now, aren't you?" She nods affirmation. This is complicated, but we're both back in time yet suddenly aware that we are back in time playing a scene from the past. Our sudden awareness lifts us out of that time nexus. Liberating.
