January 25, 1988

…dreamed about a butch-looking woman, a little hefty, who was an alcoholic. the setting: My place. But “my place” was like a club, with a dance floor and raunchy lighting. I sat on a cot which faced the dance floor, and this woman was sitting beside me, talking. She was trying to pick me up, but I found her a bit disgusting. She said she wanted to lie down, and proceeded to take up my cot. I was angry and told her she was in my way and that, if she wanted to lie down, to do so in the other room. I led her to the other room, where she passed out.

The night before, I had a dream about Derwyn: We were lying together. He said he was confused, and does this mean we are getting back together.

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Teresa Carey is a ceramic artist, writer, photographer, journalist, publisher and nature lover. She lives in Manitoba's Interlake on a small acreage close to the shores of Lake Winnipeg.

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