Another dream. It really wasn't disturbing, rather sweet. R and I in this dream went to pick up an aunt of mine one sun drenched day. We met her in front of a building where she was supposed to live, not at her door, which I thought was odd. She was dressed in an odd sort of batik blue and white dress with matching hat and white shoes, though sometimes she turned barefoot, and her dress and hat became white. We wandered around though she was very very old, doing odd feats of climbing in and out of windows, as she chatted to us, and said that we should have visited long ago. R never met her.
In life I never liked her very much. She was very judgmental and didn't approve of me. I wasn't as she would have liked, but I had the feeling that there was nothing I could have done to change that. It was my mother she really didn't approve of, who was very different from this aunt. The aunt was a tough, pioneer type woman who worked as a teacher, while my mother was supposed to be very delicate and never really worked at anything outside the home. In truth, my mother turned out to be quite tough and resilient, even if she would have denied it.