Three Dreams

Rushing to write; me and my baby got a busy day and night ahead.

In the first dream I am with my "family" in a white van. I don't recognize one single person in my family as anyone I've ever known in real life. My father is the driver and I am in the back of the van with a pile of little sisters. We pull up on a farm and our father goes in to see if we are welcome to stay for the night. He returns to tell us to ready for dinner with our hosts. One by one, I ready my little sisters: leotards (lacy white) and tattered frilly dresses. The youngest, no older than two sticks to me, shy and tired. We enter the home and immediately the son and I are attracted to one another. The son just happens to be Joe McIntyre. He is attracted to my way with the babies. And such. Dinner goes on.
As night falls, Joe and I meet up. He takes me for a walk, where we come upon a large ship. Then he takes me below deck and we have sex all night.

Perhaps this next dream is a reaction to the last? My husband and I are attending some kind of meeting. The director from my master's program is there. People are lined up in two rows, sitting. I take the seat on the end in the second row and my husband becomes angry with me because he wants the seat where I am sitting. I refuse. He slithers off to the front row and pouts, and glares at me.

At some point this sequence changes only in faces. My husband and the director kind of disappear and my sister, M appears next to me. Our conversation turns to death, of course. She is saying that we all die alone, and I am becoming very upset. She looks me straight in the face with her bright blue eyes and asks if I know about her death? Does she die alone? break down and tell her that, yes, she does die alone. I go on to tell her that of all the people, places, things in my life I would only change one thing: bring her back to life, even with all of the pain/trouble she had to endure. Just to have her here.