Dreams last night: the first one, that caused me to wake up in a sweat of panic, was about work. There were a lot of people around, most of whom I didn’t know. Liz and Pat (of the gift shop) were talking about people who had worked there before. I only remember one neame, Clora Leach (!). In another part of that dream, Sharon was trying to decide what to call her employees. She finally settled on “workers”. I said, “workers are slaves”. She replied that business is slow in the winter. (This is not true).
My next dream was more intriguing: I was riding with Catherine Hildebrandt in a van. She had a cousin, or close friend, who had “dropped out of life” because he was “hexasexual” (!) My reaction was one of disbelief. I did not (and do not) understand how anyone could be hexasexual. In the next part of this dream, I had enrolled in a drama class. Cowie was to be my teacher, and john Butler had something to do with it as well. They were both reassuring me. John told me that he really liked me and that one time I had given him a book. I was so relieved that I started crying. (I was lying in a prone position.) The only problem in this dream was that Cowie wanted to do the writing, and I had expected that I was enrolling in this class to learn how to write drama.
