-----I am away on a trip. I'm speaking Italian while everyone around me speaks French. I am readying to return home but have to pack. I can only bring one suitcase, a backpack and a canvas bag. My room is cluttered with clothes and books and trinkets. There are shelves covered with books and trinkets. I don't know how I can possibly fit it all and return home. I poke through the shelves and begin making fresh new "give-away" piles. The bigger books cannot come with me. I do find an audio Shakespeare though and feel that I cannot part with it---it is Shakespeare's voice on the cassette, apparently. The pile is growing higher and I begin to fill my suitcase and backpack. Still there is not enough room.
I take a coffee break and stand in line with young women speaking French. I'm annoyed, not only because I have no idea what anyone is saying, but the woman in front of me is making eyes at a dark-haired stranger and I think he's Italian---a possible comrade. I make my purchase and disappear.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
gotta get back
into the habit.
Clippings from last night's dream time:
I am attending a business school "undercover", only there are multiple people from my high school in attendance and they are going to possibly blow my cover. I sit in on a board meeting and vocalize my worry over for-profit educational institutions. My voice is not popular among faculty and the dean, but outsiders in suits take interest.
I make my way through the halls and feel nostalgic, wondering who, if any, of my old friends are taking night classes. I head outside into a dark, snowy parking lot and feel threatened. A girl is right at my back and sending hostile vibes. I turn around and she pounces, I fight her off and throw her against a fender and make my escape while onlookers try to figure what happened.
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Boring dream recap, but a start. One of my sister-in-laws was telling me recently about a writer who records all of her dreams, and I realized what good exercise this is for me.
Clippings from last night's dream time:
I am attending a business school "undercover", only there are multiple people from my high school in attendance and they are going to possibly blow my cover. I sit in on a board meeting and vocalize my worry over for-profit educational institutions. My voice is not popular among faculty and the dean, but outsiders in suits take interest.
I make my way through the halls and feel nostalgic, wondering who, if any, of my old friends are taking night classes. I head outside into a dark, snowy parking lot and feel threatened. A girl is right at my back and sending hostile vibes. I turn around and she pounces, I fight her off and throw her against a fender and make my escape while onlookers try to figure what happened.
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Boring dream recap, but a start. One of my sister-in-laws was telling me recently about a writer who records all of her dreams, and I realized what good exercise this is for me.
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