…Busy night. I know I was lucid dreaming. I woke up a couple times and thought so to myself. It was interesting that I dreamed that I was dreaming, and then woke up with the cat, Alberta, on my chest, but her head was hidden with a rag. I tried to move tha rag away from her. In the struggle I woke up again, this time for real. I was surprised that it, too, was a dream.
During the time that I was waking up and going back to sleep, and waking up, I was having anxiety. I kept having to remind myself that these were just dreams. I know that they were learning experiences for me, but I can’t remember the nature of what I learned. I think my mother was a part of it. I said, “It’s not her fault.” I think that statement was in regard to her, but I can’t be sure.
Closer to the morning time I had another dream that I remember a bit more clearly: I was in a store that sold clothing and food. There was a lot a person could buy, but I couldn’t find what I wanted. It seemed, at one point, that this store was owned by (Prime Minister) Brian Mulroony–he was nowhere to be found. In fact, no one was to be found. If I had wanted to, I could have stolen anything. I looked at a piece of Pecan pie in the showcase. I didn’t want to steal. I waited and waited for a sales clerk. Finally, tow gay men arrived. One was Martin, and this time he was the owner of the store. He was wearing a plum coloured leather jacket and jeans. He was drunk. I remember asking some questions as to Martin’s trustworthiness. He said, “You remember what I’m like, Teresa. You lived with me.” Then I asked him for a hug, and he hugged me.
