I recall a snippet of dream from a few nights ago. My sleep has been disturbed due to my dog's illness, but this snippet remains fresh in my mind, like recall of a vision. I was met by a clan of big-breasted women, who came to greet me. I think my mum was there, but definitely my sister and my daughter were. So this could have been generational aspects. Or it could have just been woman hood, per se. Or it could have been aspects of me multi-dimensionally. I remember my sister was dressed in a beaded, vintage, long straight line strapless, black dress which showed off her cleavage. (She has passed on now, in life she was mainly seen in farm clothes or nondescript old clothing). She stood with a straight back, with lovely bearing, and allowed her femininity to be expressed by her bust, with grace, and even grandeur. All the other women in the clan had this same, graceful, acceptance of their feminine power. My daughter alone was dressed in a beaded playsuit - the prerogative of the young. All-in-all, there were about 15-20 women. I was welcomed to join them, and to also keep a feminine grace in my bearing, and to allow my bust to be exactly what it is - a statement.
Maybe this was the dream acknowledging the integration of the feminine now into the patriarchy. Maybe I was just integrating parts of myself.
I have searched the internet for a view of the black beaded dress, but couldn't come up with anything exactly like it. However these two pictures give some sense of the imbued femininity without being gaudy or asking for attention.