…Dream 1: I, as Abraham Lincon’s wife, or as an observer of his wife, entered the yard of a home during the night, expecting to find something suitable for a president. The yard was well-kept, with trimmed hedges and mown lawn. The house exterior was a clean stucco surface, painted taupe. It was a little house in a well-to-do neighbourhood, nestled in amongst larger yards. We started up the steps to the door and simply entered, because this was the place we were going to rent.
Once inside, the scene and feeling of calm had dramatically altered. A family lived there. I peeked into the large kitchen and the maid greeted me. (She had dark hair and was very warm and friendly. she was packing groceries, or something. The maid directed us to the living room. “Us” became K and I. When we got to the living room we found a man who was K’s father (though he was only 50, at most). He was lazing around on the couch watching TV. K’s mom was somewhere upstairs, and Iris was wandering around. There were also two little boys, but they were insubstantial, like ghosts. They were the brothers K never had. I don’t rmember the exact events, but the tension steadily began to mount. K’s father began to look more and more irresponsible, or weak. This disturbed me. Iris was around more and more, and her mere presence created an air of chaos and hostility. K began to be agitated. She started lashing out at me, and when her anger picked up momentum, she started lunging toward me. I picked up a wooden chair to keep her at bay, but she kept throwing herself against it, making animal sounds, and saying something to me. But what she was saying to me was what Iris was thinking. Iris was controlling K’s mind.
I tried to say, “K, that’s what Iris is thinking, and wanted to explain to her that these weren’t her own thoughts, but my throat was tight and I couldn’t speak. Meanwhile, K was getting more violent, and the chair I held was breaking, until the pieces I was holding became two crystal candlesticks that I held at her chest to keep her back. At this point, I woke up perspiring and afraid. I went the the bathroom and unplugged my phone when I got back to my room. I felt that Iris was thinking of phoning me (like she did the last time I had a nightmare about her.)
Dream 2: Carole and I and death:
I was riding on the back of her motorcycle, and we went down a dirt road which curved under a railway bridge. Don’t know where we were going, but when we completed the turn I was lying on my back, still on the bike, with elastic bands outlining my body. Carole said the elastic bands were for protection on case of an accident, and that they work better than something else she had tried. I was skeptical, of course, as elastic bands would not soften the blow if we crashed.
Then I was alone, no longer on this dirt road. It was later on, and Carole had died. I went to her mother’s and asked if I could spend some time just sitting in Carole’s room. I went downstairs to her room and observed the wooden tables and chairs, and the other things she had around. Then I began hanging up wet shirts on the chair (wet, probably from the lake). After awhile, Carole was there, and then a whole group of people claiming that we owed them money for damages. The damages came to no more than $20. Somehow, we were negotiating two claims. Someone said that, if I paid them $11 and some change, I wouldn’t have to pay any more later. Although I had no idea how Carole and I might owe them anything, I agreed to do it. However, when I agreed, they packed up their things and left, and that was the end of that dream.
Dream 3: K and I at Eaton’s and The Bay (downtown Winnipeg):
K picked me up from somewhere, probably the post office. It was winter, and blowing snow. We had to go to The Bay. Why, I don’t know. It seemed that K wanted to. I don’t remember doing anything there.
The scene shifted to Eaton’s and going up and down the escalators.
While K was busy, I returned my red shoes. She was a bit angry that I hadn’t told her I was going to do that. I think we …went for coffee afterwards, and that we were talking to some weird people, but I don’t remember any other details of this dream.
