I dreamed as Deirdre of her ecstatic meltdown, as the snow
seemed to form into Mountain Maidens.
The prior fasting-scenes that I dreamed offer an explanation. Maybe.
And this dream explains why I had so many prior
sacrifice-for-the-kids dreams in the first place. As a teen and child, myself, I got a steady
diet of hearing how much others sacrificed for me, with detailed descriptions
of the physical pain of blue-collar labor, to the point where I came to believe
that work didn’t count unless it hurt, that suffering was inherently noble, and
ultimately that I could not prove my worth until my health collapsed. And indeed, I got no respect in my family, no
matter how many merit-raises, bonuses and awards I earned in office work, no
matter how long my hours, till I developed chronic pain. These dreams tried to tell me that that ethic
I dreamed, too, of huddling in the shepherd's cote. So, I expect, Cyran & Co. would have
stuffed Deirdre in here after she cracked.
And I dreamed of why Cyran would have a devotion to St. Dymphna. As for the cave visited by Changewright, that
also I have dreamed.
I knew for years that Lumne Island was the farthest reach
of Toulin. Only very recently, however,
did I learn that there really is a Lummi Island, at least, up here in the