Dolmathakia Family Recipe

March 9, 2019

I don’t remember too much about last night’s dream but it goes something like this. I am at someones house possibly mine. There is someone maybe an Airbnb guest who is using the bathroom. He has been there for a long time. I need to brush my teeth. He is standing slightly to one side of the vanity. I finally confront him telling him I need to brush my teeth. I remark, “…well you’ve been there for a long time.” Without exchanging words an answer comes back. He tells me that’s why he has been standing off to the side. In other words, he is allowing me space to do my business. He in essence is waiting on me.

I proceed to brush my teeth removing the tooth brush cover. The shape of the cover strikes me as odd. It is cream colored. I don’t recall having one in real life but I brush my teeth and head to the kitchen where my mom has made some dolmathakia. She has two type on where the grape leaves are plastic and another where the leaves are true grape leaves. I immediately recognize the way the grape leaves are folded as if there were a family fold to the leaves. Curious I see both the plastic grape leaves and the real grape leaves to be equal and satisfactory in part because what matters is the fold.

~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

Dolmathakia: The name comes from the Turkish word dolma, meaning “stuffed;” and aki means “little one,” so adolmathakia is literally a little-stuffed wrap.

I found it interesting I’d dream about this food. Dolmathakia is something I’ve eaten and I like but I don’t have it often more like seldom if ever and it wouldn’t be anything my mom would make. I also found it interesting that I recognized the fold as being identifiable and associated with my family’s way of doing things. It draws me back to something I’ve never before journaled about before. For a long long time a symbol has been showing up in my dreams and visions. This symbol appears over and over and over again. It is abstract and shows up in the way things are arranged or lay or in the way hands are placed. I could equate it to the doing I love you in sign language. It is something that happens so frequently I’ve just become attuned to recognizing it. The grape leaves were folded with this pattern which I recognized immediately by looking at the ends where the folds are visible. It remind me of E=MC2 or the Om symbol or the letters M ( 3E ) C. It can be expressed with the hand except I’ve never been able to replicate it. It has to be viewed from a specific angle like shadows on a wall. This is a mystery I’ve not yet solved so I have refrained from writing about it. I’ve often wondered if I am seeing it in another dimension who’s attributes I am unable to describe because I’m limited by this dimension. One thing I know is it is consistent and obviously recognizable.

Last item is when I first woke up I had all the dream in my mind. I remembered everything. It felt amazing. I thought to myself, this is something I will journal about today. I no sooner had that thought when all was lost. I simply couldn’t replay the tape in my head. At that moment I had a vision where I could see 3 dimensional block letters having height width and depth to them floating in the air. When the letters arranged themselves it read phonetically Jury.

ju·ry¹/ˈjo͝orē/
A jury is a sworn body of people convened to render an impartial verdict (a finding of fact on a question) officially submitted to them by a court, or to set a penalty or judgment. Modern juries tend to be found in courts to ascertain the guilt or lack thereof in a crime.

So interesting where this stuff comes from and what it all means.