Long dream culminating in this scene:  I'm in a large, dimly lit room where many people mingle (I attended a poetry reading last night, which is probably the resource for this).  Standing against one wall, her back to the room is my mother.  She's dismally unhappy.  A young girl stands beside her, also with back to the room.  Both have very long strait hair, unlike my mother in life.  I approach and put my arms around my mother's back, trying to say calming and reassuring words.  Finally, I say "I love you, mom."  Immediately her body pops like a soap bubble, leaving me holding her empty skin for just a second.  But I understand that my declaration of love has freed her, and ended her suffering.  Now she can go on to some other place. 

Very positive dream.  I really felt like I was making some kind of astral plane communication of something that needed to be said.  

Sometimes A Great Notion?

Dreamed I wandered into a banjo workshop taught by Ken Kesey and Paul Newman.  Kesey seemed irritated about something, but Newman was gracious and charming.  They were parents? custodians? guardians? of a miniature adult, an old man about a foot tall. 

Here comes the train.

Northern Arizona, maybe.  Rocky, mountainous landscape, no trees.  S and I are in a car traveling somewhere for fun, for a good view in the mountains.  Sky darkens.  We're heading back southwards, and the road parallels a railroad track.  I'm about to turn right onto a short bridge that goes over the tracks, when I see that a train is fast approaching and the bridge has collapsed.  Dream ends as I'm trying to stop before driving onto the collapsed bridge and being hit by the train--which anyway will crash as it hits the bridge ruins.  No idea what's happening here.

Elephant talk

Chatting with an elephant about something.  We were both reading a poster on the wall.  Then today I saw three pictures of elephants online on separate sites.  Ganesha?