God circle

 

I dreamed that my sister opened a tread on our staircase and we discovered the God circle.

It was a circle of old gods forty feet high, carved from sandstone.

The feet had narrow ankles and very wide toes that spread out across the base until they touched each other, almost like duck feet. The legs were simply a pillar and the top was carved to look like a shirt.

On the very top were smiling heads. One was John Ritter. Another was Woody Harrelson. Neither of those actors has any meaning to me that I can think of. I couldn't see the other heads, but there were at least six more.

My sister and I were trying to sleep on a fold out couch near a window in a trailer. We could hear a raging storm outside and feel the cool air from the open window blowing on us. The overwhelming feeling was one of fear. Where were our brothers, Tom and Henry? Where had Mom taken them?

In my waking life, both my mother and Tom have passed on, but Henry is alive and very successfully living a few miles away from me.

It seemed vitally important, in the dream, that I had discovered the God circle and that I remember what it looked like, but I have no idea why.