This one is sort of roller coaster ride, bouncing all over the place!
As it started, I was sitting at the kitchen table and my mom and
brother came in. I think we were all getting ready to go somewhere and
nieces and sister-in-law were still getting ready. My brother had his
shirt off and he was getting down on the floor and mom was getting
ready to put a fancy comb in his back hair, but then she had to go do
something else and so I had to do it. So I got on top of him and tried
to wrestle it in. The only thing I can relate it to is trying to tie up
a tuft of hair with a bow on wiry dog that doesn’t like having bows in
their hair.

I then found myself upstairs in a house that was sort of a cross
between my brother’s old house and his new one. I had come up the
stairs and was looking for a room to get ready in and one of my nieces
said to use her room because she was done. Something occured here that
I don’t remember. Now I’ve switched to being an observer of what is
going on around me rather than a participant and was in the room in
their old house that I would sleep in on visits. There was a woman at a
big cauldron in the middle of the room. In the cauldron were Sweedish
meatballs and I think there was a little girl there with a bowl and the
woman was filling it more and more saying she was a wicked girl and her
punishment would be determined by the size of the meatballs which kept
getting larger and larger as she filled the bowl.

The image changes and now I’m observing a tribute demand. There are people lined up, perhaps Celts, and Romans were demanding tribute from them. However it wasn’t real, they were just re-enacting. One of the soldiers was Rosie O’Donnell and she demanded payment from a young woman, but she said something, profane I think. Rosie whispered to her that she should spit on her too. And with that Rosie started crying and pouring cream on the woman. In a kitchen that was a combination of my own and one from colonial times, the woman and her mother who I now
know as Weirs from Colonial House discuss that the only way to get the cream out of her hair is using this goo in a nasty looking jar. The mother leads the younger woman over the sink and starts pouring what now is half melted ice cream on her head.

I should note that I’m still watching PBS’ ‘Colonial House,’ had heard on the news that Rosie told President Bush off for his marriage soapbox, watched a documentary on King Arthur and the Romans, and read a chapter of The Mists of Avalon at bedtime in which Morgaine takes Nimue to Avalon and on the road the girl explains to Morgaine how Fr. Griffin had told her she was a wicked girl.