Monthly Archives: March 2006

Lovely store, ugly store

I’m walking along a sidewalk from work to a store. The store is large and filled with wonderful food and kitchen products. The food is all sets of small treats and hors d’oeuvres. They’re beautifully arranged, bounteous, and can be sampled.

Liz D. is there and I comment that I haven’t seen her since Thanksgiving. My mother is also there and we decide to have lunch in their café. The store sells clothing too and a salesgirl helps me pick out some pieces for me and some for my mother. There is a green top that is made from beautiful fabric. All the pieces are kind of hippie granola. Later, I look at the green top and the fabric isn’t nearly as nice and I want to return it.

I am walking with a man and my aunt Brenda. He says he likes her. She has a hairbrush that expands open, it’s really high-tech, almost robotic. Brenda talks about losing weight and it appears that she has lost some.

We go into another store that has stuff on sale. It’s one of those stores in Uptown on Lake Street that never did well and were always going out of business. All the stuff in this store is junky and badly displayed. There seems to be a lot of stuff being sold that you wouldn’t really want.

Late for a flight

I’m in Costa Rica.
I have a new suitcase, I’m packing.
Traveling with friends.
I’m late for my flight, going to miss my flight, packing, trying to make my flight.

Feelings for a man: love, want to impress
Feelings for a woman: reassurance, want security

Framed peacocks

I’m in London. I have the framed miniature painting I bought in India of the peacocks. I decide I want to turn it into a nightlight. I tear open the framed picture. Inside, the peacocks aren’t painted on bone or plastic as I expect, they are just layers of tissue paper. I keep digging through all the paper trying to find the peacocks.

Fighting with my mother

I’m married to Harry again or we’re spending time together. My mother calls and she’s irrational, angry. She rants at me for a long time. She takes offense at my tone. I think she’s crazy, and I’m worried about her. But I’m also pissed off that she’s acting this way.

She hangs up on me and I call her back. We fight some more and then I hang up on her. I don’t call her back. I hate the feeling of being disconnected from her. I call my former therapist. Dr S, to discuss what happened.

Bailey

A page from a magazine, like a column in New York Magazine. A drawing of a guy named Bailey and a diagram showing how he wears his collar up and his jacket hung over his shoulders. Very 80s.

Driving in LA

I’m moving around in terrain, spatially, and I’m discussing heavy subjects or emotional relationships with people.

I’m in a setting that’s like a campus. There’s a spot by a lake, or on a hill, where I’m sitting with two friends, one might be a boyfriend. Someone dies, and there’s a commotion. Ron comforts me and I feel grateful yet guilty that I’ve treated him poorly.

I’m in LA. I need to get around and so I have to drive. Susie is there to help me. Driving is like a video game. I’m sweating and there are lots of obstacles in the road (like a camel and a whole caravan.) Even though I can’t drive very well, I get where I need to go. Part of the problem might be that I’m not sure whether to drive on the right or the left side of the road. There’s also a problem where my hearing aid doesn’t fit properly.

I’m in a parking lot for a mall. I’m trying to find Yun Woo. When I find him he talks about his father being rich, having an empire. We go to play video games. The game is a driving game, but it’s a low-res black and white graphics game, done in an old Macintosh style. The game is shaped like a parking meter. I practice using the game controls.