dreams: November 12, 1998
seeking sweetness in a party of political puppets
I'm at a party that is filled with political people. They're
all bigwigs, on top of the governmental heirarchy. Everyone is
dressed up in costumes. I look down and try to figure out who I am.
I see that I'm a girl from some fairy tale. Alice in Wonderland,
perhaps? Dorothy from Wizard of Oz?
I walk into a kitchen in back. A woman (older, traditional,
knows this place) is leading me through. The room is filled with
shelves and shelves of artificial, processed, American food. I have
a sweet tooth. The woman is helping to satisfy it by helping me make
a dessert. I'm mixing cream cheese with something else in a big silver
bowl, while she's finding the other ingredients. It's gonna be a sweet,
rich, creamy paste/pudding.
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