In the dream, and i don't remember the context or lead in, i'm arguing with an older black man. We're sitting across from each other at a formal dinner table. He's dying and is making funeral arrangements for himself and his wife. His wife is much younger than he is and perfectly healthy. She's sitting at the head of the table (to my right, to his left). As i'm explaining why it's not necessary for her to have to die just because he has to she begins playing a very large man's brown dress show. The tone is like jazz bass and quite good. Plucky ringing tone. I look at the guy in triumph as if to say "See? She makes good music so can't possibly die now!" then i woke up and put that scene into my waking memory because it seemed important but right now i have no idea why.
Were they Grandmother and Grandfather spider again? I don’t remember the earlier part of the dream so i’m not sure. The other time they visited me in a dream they started out as big giant orb weavers and morphed into an old white haired black couple. Maybe. The He wasn’t so old though. Maybe seventies. And the She was maybe forties. Both seemed vital and alive to me even though the He said he was dying.
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