dreams: August 5, 1998
my anger against Mom
I'm a young girl.
Mom
is doing something scary and manipulative to exercise her power
over me and
Phoebe.
I am scared and angry. I want to get away from her. I tell her that
I have support from others and that everyone knows that she shouldn't
be a mother.
following a hippie chick around a city
NEXT, I'm at Swat.
I'm standing outside the Willets dorm. It's night. I need to get
inside to use a computer. The doors are locked, so I'm waiting around
for someone who lives in this dorm to either come out or
go in. Then a security guard comes along (the tall older guy
with light hair) and lets me inside. I realize I'm going to have
to borrow a computer in someone's room, since there aren't any public
ones here.
I find myself in a quad of women. There are cool posters on
the walls. Three of the women are here. I'm sitting with them, talking.
Two are blonde. They're frosh. The most talkative one has curly
dark hair (jaw length); she's actually a sophomore or junior. I ask
her why she's living in this dorm room. She starts to answer but ends
up going off on a tangent, talking about her girlfriend. I smile.
She's a lesbian, all-out. I like her.
Now she's a hippie woman with long, straight, blonde hair.
We are at an outdoor concert together. I look down the hill and see
Cathy and David (Sierra, Britt and
Melina's
parents) sitting on a blanket on the lawn. Then Phoebe and
John are
with us. The woman is now showing us around a city where she lives.
We're newcomers.
I put a box of my stuff under a table on the sidewalk, hoping
it's okay to leave it there. I keep thinking about moving into my
dorm room. We walk by an open door to a food store, and I see a
box of natural graham crackers on display; I'm excited thinking about
the great foods that I'm going to stock my room with (all natural
and healthy).
Walking down the city blocks, I see many tables and stands
selling fresh fruit and vegetables. There are long lines of people
at every one, wanting to get fresh fruit juices and smoothies.
Then John, Phoebe and I are talking about how he (John) is
attracted to young women only. He says he's attracted to the hippie
chick who was leading us around. He tells us that the first time he
saw her, he was riding his bike down a city street, and when she
saw him, she stopped and put her hands together (like she was praying)
at her heart. John says he was moved by that, and it made him
fall for her more than his "usual dancer women" who give him
"lots of dolls."
"They don't lavish dolls on you," Phoebe and I say
at the exact same time. I look at her kind of shocked that we had
such a bizarre jinx, both using the word "lavish" at the same time.
God
[I woke up in the middle of the night to turn off the fan.
I knew I had been dreaming about God, though I couldn't remember
how specifically. The concept of God has been
turning up in my dreams repeatedly for the last few nights.]
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