I am an older woman, but in my dream I am a young man. My family is around me and we are in a bathroom. I have to get into the tub where my father is to heal him. He is totally unresponsive and "gone." I give it a superhuman effort, superhuman love, beyond all I have, and nothing works. I get out of the tub. I get on a 3 year-old's toy, like a bouncing big ball in the shape of a car, and bounce and jerk on it, the jerking is the important aspect, and I am distraught because I miss my wife, who is in the next room, dim, curtains closed, bouncing, jerking on the same kind of ball. She misses me, but the pain has been so great that she too has become autistic, and hard to reach. The man too is going so far inside he can't be reached. So I sort of half wake from my dream, and am told that I must heal my father to heal my self, wife and our relationship, so I go back into the dream and am able to give the father some food, and I feel that that is a half way healing because I could not do it before. And I put the husband and wife in the same room and attach a silk sash to their wrists, because they have put themselves so far into themselves that they don't recognize each other. It was their separation that got them sick in the first place. So hopefully they will come around to each other eventually. That was my dream, part 1 and 2.