We talked about the dream called Focus and Move Forward where I mentioned my first love Danny. His time in my life was a typical Hollywood love tragedy. If you’ve seen the movie My Girl then you get a good idea about the two of us. There was fishing, catching crawdads in the creek, catching fireflies and climbing trees. I even played in a field of wildflowers, farmed rows of corn and walked across a rope bridge. Just like in My Girl it ended with one dead and one holding on to beautiful, beautiful memories. I don’t regret knowing him or his family but I hate how it ended. I try not to think about how it ended, just that we had some really good times.
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I hate when stuff is always my fault… or when it feels like its always my fault. This morning I woke from a dream where I was on top of a sky scraper with two friends who wanted to sky dive off the top. We’d all gone up there for that purpose but once up there I chickened out. Once I did that all three of our parachutes disappeared and we were stranded up there with no way down but to scale the building.
Tuesday morning I woke up screaming from a dream about killing homeless people. My mother moved us to an abandoned building where several homeless individuals and families slept at night. The problem with the building was that it was always a target for thrill kills. A white man told my mother to impress upon my sister and myself to never, ever open the door or windows at night. No matter what, never answer the door. He closed it behind him, my mother locked it. A little while later there was a knock at the door. My mother got up and approached. She was wearing white pants and a white shirt. Once she got up and turned the light on I could see that we were in a red room with a white door and white trim. The floor was even red but the covers were soft yellow covering white floor mats.
My sister turned 41 yesterday which explains the dream I had about her.
I had a dream she walked away from the family without notice. No one knew where she was and all began to lose hope that she was alive. We weren’t sure if she’d just left or if something bad happened to her. Four years later my mother and I got word she was sitting in at a lunch counter eating pizza with friends. When I heard this I was so upset.
This is a line from last night’s dream said by the driver of a public bus to me. He said,
“You’re the reason the elephants went crazy in India.”
Note to self: I know that Sunday is movie night but please remember if you have cookies and popcorn before you sleep you will have strange dreams.
The crazy elephants were actually Aztec drawings of elephants stomping drawings of people in India. Now, I usually feel compelled to draw any and all art which pops up in my dreams but I’m not too much feeling this one. I don’t wish to draw people being trampled by elephants. And why Indians? They never did anything to me.
The dream started off with me getting a flat tire. My sister said after all the dragging her around I’d done she’d pay for it. She told me this on a Saturday but late in the day she was still in bed and wouldn’t get up. I tried to rouse her but she told me to wait until Sunday. I argued that Sunday would be a short business day and if she didn’t wake early enough we would miss the tire places. I told her if I wasn’t able to get the tire fixed by Monday I’d be screwed because I couldn’t get to therapy. She wouldn’t get up so I left to handle it on my own. When I did, the dream switched to me in the high school I went to as a senior.
It’s been two days since I had this dream.
My mother and I went to an intimate dinner together. We went to the type of restaurant where dates go for solitude, quiet and good wine. Instead of our table being far off in a corner we sat sort of in the middle of the restaurant at a small round table for two. When the waiter came to bring my food I noticed maggots in my baked potato. My mother’s food was just fine. She ate and waited for the check. When the check arrived I pulled from my bag a small maroon colored change purse and offered to pay. When I opened it up gnats swam by the hundreds in some sort of nasty, brown and wine colored soup. I looked over at the maggot filled potato then back at the gnats, not in shock but with interest. I woke from there.
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