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Dill's Ill

I haven't been posting as much recently because the cottage is boiling hot and the only source of faintly cool air is in the front room - and I have a stationary pc in my office that does not have a fan. It is very humid here and it makes one lethargic and crabby.

We have had to take beloved senior cat to the vet. Dill has thyroid and kidney problems, so the outlook isn't great. Not that we begrudge paying out for the cat, but the vet has stung us over £500 (USD $644.00/Euro €565.00)with more to follow.

You can only do your best for a beloved family member.  I don't want to think about the future - just one day at a time and I don't want to talk about it.

The Scold's Bridle Dream

Further to my shared post on masks (c/o Mr pigshitpoet via b_picture at Live Journal), I had some very gothic dreams.  I was at the side of an abandoned church - very like the one at St Day Old Church, which was closed down in the fifties but still open to the public in its derelict state, which I photographed back in 2014. I was with my husband and our friend T.  We were attending a small memorial statue, which was situated on the north wing of the church.  T lifted the head of a drooping lily, observing how the life of the lily was so fleeting.  I looked at the arrangement and they were just ghost flowers. T disappeared through a crack in the far wall and I had to make a detour through a vast Victorian house.

It was open plan and the downstairs had been turned into a gallery of shops, not unlike the Pratt's Market Complex in Hayle, which previously was a chapel and an army/navy surplus store (circa 1980).  A friend of mine B, was trying to sell an arrangemnt of artefacts.  She showed me a glass tongue that had been made for a specific mask and that it had been haunting her.  She showed me the tongue - then the Scold's Bridal (as shown above) - video below.

The Scold's BridalCollapse )

In the bridal were a live set of teeth and gums - which were my own.  I was taken aback, but not horrified and I said "There is your problem, right there.  You should give the remains of this poor person a decent burial and you will not be haunted anymore."

I came away from the house and looked back on it.  it was the third one of four terraced houses and was very gothic in structure - red and black brick with cream woodwork.  A long wall where children played had my face depicted in red and black brick against Van Gogh's 'Starry Night' - also in red and black brick.  It was very much like the brickwork for Diagon Alley in the 'Harry Potter' movies. I took photos of it with my mobile as I didn't have my Fuji camera with me (IRL Fuji has become erratic and glitchy - I suspect the memory card is playing up).  After I took the photo, the wall went back to normal.  I met T, Hubby and Prodigal 2 under the Hayle Viaduct and went home.


It has all the hallmarks of a very lachrymose dream, but instead it felt like there were natural endings and new beginnings  I took the 'Scold's Bridal' reference as how I was treated back in my youth, but it is also symbolic of the problems I now face with having increasing bouts of Trigeminal Neuralgia, which I am due to have reviewed by the oral and facial unit as I haven't seen them since my botched wisdom tooth operation over 20 years ago.  I also get a sense that there are a number of ghosts being laid to rest on the confirmation and final award of my degree - both the appointment for my teeth and the award just happen to be on the same day.  I feel that the memorial statue in the dream and the lillies also represent this change of circumstances.

So.. there are portals and viaducts and I am sure that Freud would have his day in the field over this - but I see it as changes in the cycle of life and I am hopeful for the future.