dreams: November 26, 1998
tell me, Geoff
I'm in a car with Geoff. We're driving along a road that looks
like the far end of East Main Street toward Emigrant lake. It's night.
We're talking about our relationship. He's not being very clear,
talking in a very vague way with few words. I have to guess what he
means, as if we're playing cherades. I feel like I have to name
what he's feeling/thinking before I can know if it's right or not:
"So you think that I want more? No. You think that it's good now?
That it's too close? Too distant?" I just want him to TELL
me!
sneaking away as an outlaw
NEXT, I'm sneaking away. I'm in the kitchen of the Beach Street
house. I'm using my plane ticket to leave right away, but I have to
keep it a secret or else they'll come looking for me. I'm wearing
a plush black overcoat. I'm quietly packing up a few things. Mom walks
into the kitchen and asks me something about tomorrow. I answer
as if I'll be here. I have a clear glass of liquoured eggnog that I'm
taking with me, as well as a few vitamins. I just want to leave
with no one knowing. I feel like an outlaw, like I have to be very
careful -- them against me.
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