In my dream a group of men invade our house, which is set up high on a hill. The house itself has several floors with rooms sprawled in all directions. I race upstairs to escape the men, one of whom follows me. The rest accost my husband. They have come for him. Something to do with a court case in which my husband acts as legal representative. They want to punish him.
I manage to get hold of my mobile phone and try several times to call the police. The man who follows me knows this but he does not try to stop me. By the time I get through to the police, the men are about to leave. They have been in and out of our garden and back shed. At the sound of the sirens they try to escape but the police manage to capture all four of them.
I rush to my husband who is now a battered wreck. His bones are broken. I carry him around with me before the ambulance arrives. He is as light as a baby. He is also broken in spirit and I know it will take a long time to heal, but at least the culprits have been caught.
Before this, we had planned a party. It goes on regardless. People arrive in droves, couples mostly with small children. I am a young mother again and ever alert to the needs of my youngest baby. Even as I have this young baby, my oldest daughter is still on the scene with her son, my grandson, who plays in the shallows on the edge of the sea. I worry that he might drown.
My oldest daughter arrives on a motorbike with her husband. Both have beards. She is a bikie. I find this strange but do not comment. The house is in chaos and I begin to worry about how much I will need to clean up when the visitors leave. Even as I will need to visit my husband in hospital.