Nightmare at 3:45 a.m.:
It was dark in my apartment. My sister, Sandy, was here for a visit.She was sitting on my new couch and I came and sat beside her. I had trouble manouvering because it was dark and there was some furniture next to the couch. I sat down and could hardly see. I had a towel around my head that kept falling on my face. I tried to straighten it out, but it came off, and I found that my hair was wet. I looked at my coffee table. Somehow my very nice glass one had disappeared and was replaced by that wooden table that Carole’s mother had given me. Then other things of mine started to vanish and be replaces by more run-down junk. I saw a cigarette butt on my nice new carpet, before it, too, disappeared. I reached for the remote control and was releived that my new TV was still with me. I tried to turn it on, but nothing happened. I was becoming afraid. I knew I had to wake up, so I put a wet facecloth on my left eye. As I did so the cloth got sopping wet. I was about to put it on my right eye, when it turned to mush–another thing that became less than what it was. I realized the only way I would wake up was to go into the bedroom because that’s where I was sleeping. It finally worked. After a bit of effort I woke up.
There was also a feeling in the dream that my grandmother was there. I felt if I went back into the living room I would se her ghost. When I wok up I lay there for awhile, then mustered the courage to get up. I watched a bt of TV, and ate bread and honey and drank 7-Up.
Significance of things disappearing? It’s the psychological effect Sandy has on me–that my things are worthless and, therefore, in her eyes, I am worthless.
