She had the brightest haunting blue eyes.  and shiny golden-blonde (spiraled) hair.  and she was a ghost/spirit.  I dreamt about her last night- she was maybe 40-something, and was kind-of watching over her family- letting them know she was there when they needed her.  The problem was, there were some barriers- actual doors and windows that prevented her from going all of the places her family was or that she wanted to go.  She sought my help in this, sometimes wordlessly guiding me through her journey.  She floated- even went through walls, but there were some parts of the house that were not open to her, and this caused pain that I could see.  Couldn't they be honest with her and vulnerable?  She was there to help, but she couldn't fully do so if they wouldn't allow her in every area, every hurt...

As I walked in a familiar neighborhood this afternoon, I saw the familiar construction barriers and wooden sheltered sidewalk with its peepholes.  There was a pull for me to cross the street, look down in the big pit, and see how it was progressing.  I decided I was too cold & hungry.  I also noticed that there were already maybe 10 stories (at least framework) built.  What?  Where did that come from?  How does that fit into my initial perspective?  I had spent enough time looking down in that deep pit that I formed an imprint that blurred reality.  This made me think of parallels in less tangible areas of life.  Are there people who still search for pennies in the gutter or in a crease in their pocket, worrying about their next meal, when by some miracle, they now have a considerable income and plenty of food?  How about in an emotional sense- whether seeing ones-self or others-- being blinded to what's really big and amazing and sturdy and available now instead of what never was or nearly was or wasn't enough?