Desert.

Dream:


Hiking in a desert. There is a group of people there. I don't know them, but we work together. They consult a map. The rock we are here to see is just ahead. I wish they would all just go away. Why can't I wander the desert alone, commune with the spirits, visit the sacred rock without all the yammering and tromping on the tiny things?


When we near the rock, I realize we are in Australia. I am young, I am broke, I am barefoot. There is no way home unless I visit my rich grandmother. I go to the building, the corporate headquarters. The elevator is scary, it is so fast and huge and is going so high. 


I pace in the waiting room, wondering if she will remember me. I realize that I am barefoot and dirty, dressed like a filthy hippie. She's going to hate this. But when she comes to me, she embraces me with love. She is clean and smells good. She is safety. She is comfort. She doesn't mind my filthy bare feet. She knows me.