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It is raining buckets at our house, which is in the woods. We are hosting a group retreat for the Sufis, and I am fairly stressed, helping people park their cars in the mud. Chaos. And then, silence. Calm, the rain is gone, and the air is a green mist, similar to the woods in the "House of Flying Daggers." I am standing one part of a web of trails made of cedar bark. My friend Latifa, and our sheik Hafizullah, are smiling at me. My other friend Qutbuddin, is standing a little further off, communing with the spirit of the woods. Latifa and Hafizullah encircle me, as if they are hugging me with their legs, and Latifa becomes another Hafizullah, so there are two of him encircling me, one in white robes and one in black robes. They begin to hum really low, all of this eternal moment is suspended in hummmmm.

(I wake now because I have to pee, but it takes such a long time for me to pull out of my sleep! I think I am laying in the woods and watching the glowing sunrise of mecca, so entranced by the glow of the east, and then quite confused when I realize that I am staring at a light shining through my curtain.)

Now I am in another house in woods. The dad is creepy, the family runs a tavern. I visit the tavern at night and flirt with their daughter. A Christian family watches us flirt and does not smile. In the morning the son leaves and I do too, running out to my car because I am afraid of the dad. It is icy and I make it two blocks down the street before my car spins in circles,clockwise, veering off into an adjacent street. I go back inside and wait in the presence of the creepy dad and silent mom who carries a tray of tea until I think maybe the ice has melted. Then i go back out and speed away.

I drive to my sheik's house, as everyone is leaving after class. I briefly give my salaams, and then get back in my car, following my friend Jamaladdin to a freeway on ramp. For some reason his car gets on the freeway, but the on-ramp for me circles around and ends back up at my sheik's house. In my dream he has a wife, who he adores. He leads me counterclockwise up a spiral staircase and explains how sad his wife has been since her guru died. There are flowers everywhere. Down another staircase, near the kitchen and two doors, there is a small square altar. The base of this table is an elaborate, bulbous flower, made of bent wood, supporting the table from the center, not from the corners. The layout of items on the alter is very simple and asymmetrical. A tiny vase of flowers and feathers, a small statue each of an owl and a rabbit, incense burning, and a red candle in the center. The wood is very dark, and I sit here.

I am in a school bus with three young women. We are on the way to the hospital because I am in labor. So much fear! I feel the wall of fear that so many women face when they are laboring, it is like a tsunami heading straight at ME. Looking out the window to the left, we are crossing a bridge over the water, there is a tall, narrow, white stucco tower with an exposed loft on top. I am not sure whether it was it is falling down or if it was built with only three walls. No glass in the windows, no doors in the frames. A big bed with white sheets is visible, as are sheer tapestries wafting in the wind. I wait for the labor pains, but it does not hurt. I notice that my belly looks about 7 months pregnant - not large enough to be full term, and the baby is still sitting high. I am not ready to have a baby! Did i miss the memo somewhere because I would have remembered being pregnant and having a beautiful bond with my baby, but right now neither me nor baby know how we have gotten here. I wonder if I am actually too lazy to even want to go through the efforts of vaginal birth, do i secretly hope for a 'failure to progress' so that the surgeon will intervene with cesarean? We arrive at hospital and the nurses never come.

For the remainder of the dream I am sitting at my sheik's altar again. I am here for a long time, meditating, everything is silent. I am aware of my breath and that it has no noise. The room is dark. I am holding my red tesbeh (prayer beads) over the candle to see if the beads melt.

Wake.

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