1/7/10
I get into a van in a gravel parking lot
Going to the movies with my brother and my loathed ex, JM. JM is scruffy and pimpled. We go to lunch after and my brother discreetly finds another seat so I'm alone with JM who wants to spend more time with me.
Maybe the movie but then I'm in it--John Flansberg from TMBG is in a dangerous construction site. An old house all crushed in with pieces of broken timber poking out. I gingerly follow in. I soon realize that each little fallen in room is also full of huge, hairy, neon colored venomous insects. They are glossy and wet-looking too. I watch an ant-like creature the size of my hand slowly scramble out from other a piece of debris. I'm hesitant to cross the room at first but then I remember I've brought my toad. I take the toad out and he eats a path of insects for me so i can go through the room.
Putting on a play with kids about their ancestors. Someone goes through the library and picks out all the racist books. I'm sitting there, pulling up my shiny blue socks and drunk. I say that while racism is terrible, I'm against censorship.
I'm making furniture in an old house. There's a primitive iron chandelier and old carpets on the floor.
Video game of bowling or driving--the point seems to be knocking down things that look like long skinny traffic cones.
Okay, what the hell is going on with the first dream of the night being about getting into a van? That's always the part I remember least. But I've had three dreams this week about running away or traveling and two of them start with getting into a van in an empty outdoor lot.
Again with the young black kids putting on skits.
I loved the part of the dream with the toad. I was looking at the insects, thinking hey, normally I don't have a problem with bugs but these are gross, and then remembering the toad at the last minute. I was really pleased with myself for being prepared and very fond of my toad.
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Saturday, January 9, 2010
White Rose; School Theatricals; Shopping For Glass
1/6/10
Going on a trip. Bundling kids into a van
Visiting a boyfriend at the cafeteria of a big business or college. I don't recognize who the boyfriend was, but he was nerdy. We have lunch with two friends, British brothers named Tom and Sam who think I'm funny. Go back to bf's house and kiss but when it's time for sex I insist on a condom. He's holding a white rose. I'm not sure if the rose is intended for me or if he's in love with the rose himself. He refuses to have sex and I'm terribly upset. I go upstairs where he has a row of old boom boxes.
In a class. I look at an old picture of grade school. We're in a school theater--makeshift out of the cafeteria or something. Student groups present skits. They're wearing beautiful clothes from a costume box. Old tablecloths and curtains with beautiful patterns are folded into tunics and robes. I am watching myself in a skit. It's about a time traveling black kid.
I babysit my niece. She wants me to read Where The Wild Things Are.
I go to a big department store. It's like a cross between a sketchy discount store like Ocean State Job Lot and H&M or something. The front is a grocery store and I compare the price of broccoli raab. In the display is a tiny Christmas tree decorated with a sparkling boot. I wander into the clothing section and go to try on a blouse when I find I've taken off my pants. I manage to get them back on and abandon the clothes for a section of the store that's a junk shop. I find boxes full of bottles made of Roman glass and old boxes of film.
This dream had some anxiety but the colors and patterns were very beautiful. At the end, the Roman glass was the most spectacular. It's old glass that's semi-melted or something and has an iridescent sheen to it.
For some reason, when I dream of school, which I do a fair amount, the students are always middle school aged black kids. I used to teach at a non-profit and while my students were almost all black, they were my age.
Going on a trip. Bundling kids into a van
Visiting a boyfriend at the cafeteria of a big business or college. I don't recognize who the boyfriend was, but he was nerdy. We have lunch with two friends, British brothers named Tom and Sam who think I'm funny. Go back to bf's house and kiss but when it's time for sex I insist on a condom. He's holding a white rose. I'm not sure if the rose is intended for me or if he's in love with the rose himself. He refuses to have sex and I'm terribly upset. I go upstairs where he has a row of old boom boxes.
In a class. I look at an old picture of grade school. We're in a school theater--makeshift out of the cafeteria or something. Student groups present skits. They're wearing beautiful clothes from a costume box. Old tablecloths and curtains with beautiful patterns are folded into tunics and robes. I am watching myself in a skit. It's about a time traveling black kid.
I babysit my niece. She wants me to read Where The Wild Things Are.
I go to a big department store. It's like a cross between a sketchy discount store like Ocean State Job Lot and H&M or something. The front is a grocery store and I compare the price of broccoli raab. In the display is a tiny Christmas tree decorated with a sparkling boot. I wander into the clothing section and go to try on a blouse when I find I've taken off my pants. I manage to get them back on and abandon the clothes for a section of the store that's a junk shop. I find boxes full of bottles made of Roman glass and old boxes of film.
This dream had some anxiety but the colors and patterns were very beautiful. At the end, the Roman glass was the most spectacular. It's old glass that's semi-melted or something and has an iridescent sheen to it.
For some reason, when I dream of school, which I do a fair amount, the students are always middle school aged black kids. I used to teach at a non-profit and while my students were almost all black, they were my age.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Etiquette Class; The Flood
1/2/09
My mother was telling stories about when I was younger and I was both listening to her tell them and in little vignettes of the stories. In one of them, I was five years old and sent to see my mother's best friend. In another, I was in an etiquette class, wearing a skirt suit and cotton gloves. I sat in a row with other women. The instructor told us how to sit with our legs crossed all at the same angle, and hold our arms in front of us so we could sit closer. I kept getting wedged out of place by the other women.
My family got ready for a flood. I pulled my car up to the top of a hill. My mother didn't want me going out alone but when the flood hit I went around the neighborhoods. I saved a tiny girl--she was really tiny, the size of a doll. I wrapped her up in my sock and fixed the tiny toy boat she was floating in. She told me how to find her family, who were grateful.
My mother was telling stories about when I was younger and I was both listening to her tell them and in little vignettes of the stories. In one of them, I was five years old and sent to see my mother's best friend. In another, I was in an etiquette class, wearing a skirt suit and cotton gloves. I sat in a row with other women. The instructor told us how to sit with our legs crossed all at the same angle, and hold our arms in front of us so we could sit closer. I kept getting wedged out of place by the other women.
My family got ready for a flood. I pulled my car up to the top of a hill. My mother didn't want me going out alone but when the flood hit I went around the neighborhoods. I saved a tiny girl--she was really tiny, the size of a doll. I wrapped her up in my sock and fixed the tiny toy boat she was floating in. She told me how to find her family, who were grateful.
Monday, December 21, 2009
H's New Acting Career; Towels; Nap Victory
H. wondered if she should quit her job acting in a sopa opera and take a more fulfilling role, but she was worried if she could go back if it flopped. I offered her a place to crash. I was the landlady of a big rambling house.
I was doing laundry and forgot to put money in the dryer. The towels came out just cold at first, but then a little damp and finally sopping wet as I realized my mistake.
While visiting my brother and sister in law, S&E, I took a nap. The bed is surrounded by pictures of my niece, Little S. My stepmother L came to wake me gently. I didn't want to get up so she climbed in bed with me.
In the kitchen in Virginia, S, my stepfather T and I are eating something rich and delicious--chestnuts? Truffles?
Parkling lot? Road Trip?
H. is my old college roommate. She actually is an actress and she herself is the landlady (or super?) of a building her folks own.
Lots of step parents in this sequence. My parents were both remarried by the time I was ten and I get along with S and T quite well.
I remember the sections with the towels and then napping the best. The towel dream was exasperating but beautifully detailed. My towels were very realistic. I recently bought white and blue towels and the colors are still very bright and I'm kind of proud of them. The nap dream was superb. I was in a cozy cave of a room in a small child's bed and my stepmother, who can be a little bossy, was very sweet and gentle in the dream and I was pleased I could get her to cave and take a nap too rather than make me get up.
I was doing laundry and forgot to put money in the dryer. The towels came out just cold at first, but then a little damp and finally sopping wet as I realized my mistake.
While visiting my brother and sister in law, S&E, I took a nap. The bed is surrounded by pictures of my niece, Little S. My stepmother L came to wake me gently. I didn't want to get up so she climbed in bed with me.
In the kitchen in Virginia, S, my stepfather T and I are eating something rich and delicious--chestnuts? Truffles?
Parkling lot? Road Trip?
H. is my old college roommate. She actually is an actress and she herself is the landlady (or super?) of a building her folks own.
Lots of step parents in this sequence. My parents were both remarried by the time I was ten and I get along with S and T quite well.
I remember the sections with the towels and then napping the best. The towel dream was exasperating but beautifully detailed. My towels were very realistic. I recently bought white and blue towels and the colors are still very bright and I'm kind of proud of them. The nap dream was superb. I was in a cozy cave of a room in a small child's bed and my stepmother, who can be a little bossy, was very sweet and gentle in the dream and I was pleased I could get her to cave and take a nap too rather than make me get up.
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