dreams: August 16, 1998
be honest
Rebecca Kegel is talking to me. We're on an outside patio.
She's standing under a big green coniferous tree, while I'm on
the other side, sitting on the ground. All of a sudden she stops
what she's saying and looks over at me, asking, "Maya, why are you
always so dishonest with yourself, always keeping a serious look on
your face?" I am startled, wondering the same thing. When I talk to
people, my face is serious, but it's an act.
Then I'm sitting at a long picnic table with a group of
students. We're all partnering off, choosing topics for our
research assignments. The two girls on my left (facing each other)
both want their topic to be God, so I tell them they should join
to work on it together.
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