I’m with a group of people. I have my guitar and I’m playing an intro to a song that’s meant to accompany someone reciting a bit of poetry. I finish the intro and start moving back and forth over a couple chords for the poet to speak on top of. I think the poet is Andrew but I’m not sure. They’re familiar to me and definitely male. They don’t want to start. We and the group try to assure and persuade the man that’s ok, but there’s resistance.
I’m representing a girl who has gotten very sick. She’s the daughter of the president. The president is at a conference and I’ve gotten the number to his hotel room. I call and am talking to him, trying to get him to give the remedy for his daughter’s illness. He’s very practical and although willing to speak to me, not so willing to play. I ask him to take a deep breath and relax and say the first thing that comes to him but he’s resistant. He tells me that the thing that made her sick is the thing that will make her well. -It has something to do with getting pants wet and soaking with them maybe- Sonjue is there and I put her on speaker phone. Maybe it will help to have a woman’s voice. It doesn’t seem to go anywhere.
Emotion: Power feels small to influence another.
Thought: Maybe it’s about needing to do it yourself.
