I saw the face. I even put a name to her. I met her once. There was part of the dream that did not seem important to tell, but will now tell a bit of it. There was a man about our age I worked with in 2 prisons, separated by about 5 years. A very weak man, but OK. The second prison was very fierce in all ways. The management of our department was sadistic. He was targeted. We were both new. I supported him to the extent I could. Actually he was not that nice to me, even mean. M was not impressed. He lived in the Big City to which I often refer and his wife stayed there. She would visit occasionally, by flight, as we were quite remote. M was with me, and the animals too. Once we met them for dinner. That was the only time I met the wife. We had fun. They drank like fishes.
While my Mom was sick, he called to tell me I should try to come back to work at that prison, to tell me he was well-ensconced now and to tell me some tragic gossip. I stopped him. I did not want to hear it. I had too much on my plate, I said.
The curious thing is this: about 4 months ago when I was thinking of returning to work, I called him on his cell. He was still, I thought, working at that prison. He answered, I recognized his voice immediately, *he is White South African. I said, Hi, it's COPA. He said: I don't know you and he hung up on me. I was so certain it was an error, I called back right away. Again, he answered and said the same thing: I don't know who you are, and hung up on me. At that time he had known me 8 years. My voice is distinctive.
It was his wife and him in the dream. They argued a lot. I think in the dream they had both absconded with the money. She took it and decided to go it alone. I think in the end, he ended up with the money. Strange, huh?
That is reclamation of power and intent.
Maybe it means you are claiming legitimacy of self by destroying the part of you that believes Mother had the right to do what she did.
I think this is so.
Thank you,
COPA
