Dreams: July 10
I'm with a big group of people, and we're creating a huge mural
of Ashland on huge tall
walls on three sides of a room (or outside?). People are making
Tolman Creek Road. They paint it on the far left corner. It's a road
that goes up, dips, and then levels off in the distance in the mountains.
(I hear someone explain this to me, and then I watch people paint it.)
There is snow along the sides of it.
I see that there is also a row of booths set up to represent
Ashland. There's one booth that I had set up earlier. It is a little
scene with lots of scary dolls. I used some of my stuffed animals and
dolls, most with scary grimacing looks on their faces. I see two
black Raggedy Annes, really big, sitting on chairs. One has a wide-eyed
snarling look. The booth was my assignment for a booth corresponding
to the Ashland mural.
I am now in
John's house
on 3rd St. and it is early morning. I am in
my downstairs bedroom, and I hear voices in the living room. I peek
out there and see
Megan
sitting at the dining room table talking
to someone. The phone rings. It's for me (Megan answered it), but
Megan thinks I'm asleep, so she's about to take a message when I stick
my head out. She sees me and gives me the phone. It's
Mom. She's
getting her hair done but wanted to check in with me. "Have you seen
the snow outside? Go look! It's the first snow," she says. I can
almost see it through the window shades. A pure white glow. I
walk outside as I talk to Mom on the cordless phone. But now there's
no snow. Instead I see that the street is full of stuff. Everyone
in the neighborhood is having a yard sale and tons of junk is piled
out in the street. I see that this is the Ashland mural/booths that
just got unassembled. Now the booths have been taken apart, and the
contents are being sold. I realize that my doll booth/exhibit was
across the street in someone else's yard, so I need to go get my stuff
before it is sold. Meanwhile, the things around me are really cool,
and I see many things I want to buy. There are beautiful dresses,
nice shirts, crafts and a shelf of soft handmade mittens.
For some reason I am carrying a number of bags, and it makes me feel
very bogged down. I go over to the doll area and see that there are
only a few of my things still left. I guess the woman tossed the rest
since it was in her yard. The remaining stuffed animals, etc. are
under a coffee table on the side of the street. I start to salvage
what I want to keep. I grab my giraffe stuffed animal (the one that
spastically moves its neck around to a lullaby). I see there's a black
doll left, and fortunately it's the one without the scary face. I
then see my butterfly cloth bag, and it's stuffed with something.
I unzip it and start rummaging through the contents. I pull out a
really heavy small picture frame; it's just a block of glass
with a photo in the center. It fits in the palm of my hand. I look
closer and see that it's a picture of me,
Phoebe,
Sierra and Britt
standing in a row with our arms around each other when we were little.
As I look at the photo, Sierra and Britt move, walking toward me. I
put that picture in the bag of stuff I'm going to save, thinking how
heavy it will be for me to carry. I pull out another very similar
photo in a heavy glass holder. It's
Django
(as a young boy), Erik
Wallbank, Toni Dileo and
Scott
Rogers. They all look different, as
if it's an old photo, but I can still recognize them. I see
some other stuff of mine in the bag.
NEXT,
I'm in a bedroom. I read a letter I got in the mail from an
ex-football player's wife. Then for some reason I am very turned on.
I'm sitting on a big bed. There's a smooth round beam at the foot of
the bed as part of the frame. I straddle it, sliding back and forth.
It feels really good. I climax.
NEXT,
I'm in a store looking at the postcard rack. I see Kimberly Patton
behind the counter. She owns the store. The postcards are great. Many
are black & white with colored images on top. They are Hindu or
East-Asian in some way. Many postcards have cows on them. I think to
myself how perfect this is, as if I have some connection to cows or
a cow collection.
FIN