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[arliss]

I dreamed my husband and I lived in some northern small town, snow five months a year, summer two. There was some pageant celebrated locally which depicted the settling of the town, and the heroic sacrifices made by the man and the wife who helped him...sort of thing. My tall, Norwegian-featured husband in a fur-edged hooded parka (who was still somehow magically H) made a present to me of a one-person sledge for hauling heavy goods, made in the likeness of the founding wife, from wood and woven wood splints. The head, like a figurehead, was made in her likeness, and the hauling rope ran through her mouth. I planned to hang it on an outside wall of our house, but the discernible forms of black-footed, long-white-haired mice moving sluggishly over the snow-dusted ground reminded me that they would eat rope and wood and wood splint with the tang salt from human hands about it, so I brought it inside, knowing we would use it, if nothing else, for hauling wood that winter.

It seemed to be some commentary on women's work. I'm just not sure of my symbolism, and whether it was damning or illuminating--or both.