She says to go in the room and wait. She’ll be there when she gets good and damn ready, there’s no telling how long it’ll take. She might go out with *R* for dinner then come back or she might come in right away. The room has a bunch of plants and a mix of African masks from various tribes. The blankets are mustard with a small flower on it. Above the bed is a horse whip. There’s a belt she puts around my neck. I don’t think of those, my eyes go around the room and look at things as if they’re new to me. The closets are filled with boxes containing old Reader’s Digest Magazines, old Life Magazines and religious literature. One box contains old McCall’s books, crafts and clothing she started and never finished. Ideas stored away is what they were. She was a big talker. “We’re going to do this. We’re going to do that.” Then she’d go out and buy all the stuff for it but we didn’t ever get to it. There was always an interruption. Those ideas got stored in a different closet. I remember thinking of how ugly the carpet was. A deep dark chocolate brown that Continue reading ‘She Lied. She Was Wrong.’
Daily Archive for October 6th, 2008
Two men, one white and one Latin stood in my grandmother’s house asking for directions to Texas. The house was dark and looked exactly as I remember when I was a child only in the dream I was an adult.
Me: You’re looking for your family?
Latin Man: Yes
Me: They’re in Texas, just follow the smell.
Latin Man: What do you mean by that?
Me: I mean they’ll smell like the clay ground in Tyler.
Latin Man: What kind of racist shit is that?
Me: No, no, just follow the smell of clay and you’ll find home.
The Latin man is confused by the statement and pissed but he and his friend turn to leave. After they leave my sister and a group of others turn to leave. It’s the middle of the night. I have bags but my sister carries nothing. Continue reading ‘DREAM: Three Families and Trust’
First let me say, I have no idea what the whole “follow your nose to Texas” means. People from Tyler, Texas do not smell like red clay earth. Sorry for any offense to my fellow Texans. Moving on, I think it’s interesting that the young boy had a flashback right there in the dream and I got to see what happened to him to make him so disturbed. This dream has a lot of different pieces taken from real life experiences so it’ll be hard to tear it apart piece by piece. The only thing I can say is someone did try and test my boundaries in a way that was not appropriate, I did sleep in the car with my mother as a child, I did have needles in my feet at a child and I only gave hugs when forced to. I know the red headed children in that dream from a long time ago.
I think it’s interesting that in the dream when we left in the middle of the night I had bags but my sister had nothing. I was prepared but she was not. She gave in to the family (hugs) but I was known as a rebellious cold hearted child. I walked in front of her, she followed. Continue reading ‘Dream: Three Families and Trust Commentary’
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