Incredible dreams these past two nights:
Last night: Bev, sue J. and Erika: I saw Bev. I was rubbing her back and tring to talk to her. She, obviously, had her back turned to me. She was doing something with pails and liquor at a wooden construction. (Something like a refuse enclosure.) I looked in one of the pails. In it were corn on the cobs, water, some wood, and maybe a paint brush for basting. It had been sitting there for ages, and she asked me to dump it out, but I resented having to do her work. I tried to get her to turn around to talk to me. She said, “why don’t you just rub my back like you were doing while we talk.” I got pushy and turned her right around, grabbed her face and tried, angrily, to get her to talk to me face-to-face. A struggle ensued. She got angry and I had to leave.
Next, I found myself in Sue J.’s hotel room with her father and another family member. the room had one double bed and two single beds. I was going to sleep on the single bed, which was situated at the foot of the double one, but which the hotel had officially named, “the day bed” (which they did not charge for). I noticed that Sue’s complexion was not good. Meanwhile, Leslie Hemphillbrought another round and had a giant tip basket where we deposited tips. I kept depositing earrings and the odd bit of change, trying to be economical. I decided not to stay at the hotel. I left, and found yself with Erika. Her complexion was really bad, much like mine had been recently. I asked, “Erika, what’s wrong with your complxion?” But I knew it was unrequited love. Just then Sue cae from the other direction and made a u-turn and was going back to the hotel. We almost got into a little accident. there was some anger. (Sue had also been a vicitim of unrequited love.)
The dream the night before was quite different. I don’t rmemeber the details, but I was at a back yard and there had been a neighbourhood war in progress between some of my friends and some female Turkish Guerella types. By the end of the dream, I had brought the warring factions together. I realied that the problems stemmed from lack of communication, so I worked on it and things became very clear. The Turks’ children came out and the neighbourhood was finally at peace.
