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Real Dreams
890614 dream
One of the perks of a job is "bar" furniture (that clunky barstool, family room stuff). I am looking at
and rejecting a thin catalog of same, but conscious of a TV discussion about the ecological, etc.,
ugliness, unsoundness of using plugs and caps (giant metal ones like hatches) as doorways, replacing
homes and yards with muddy lots with these pipes and hatches. Looks disgusting.
In a restaurant getting ridiculously bad service from one young woman. Our omelets (or something
similar) are raw in the middle. I take it back.
In a bread shop – small shop is packed with customers. I go in to purchase a copy [couple] loaves of
scorched bread – have a taste of cracked wheat – as I walk away I realize how delicious it is and go to
get more.
890615 dream
In that new pacific landscape again – looking at an island with buildings at top (sort of greek – white)
the island is a steep hill.
We see it at several times, from different angles.
890615 event
Last night felt a muse – set up typewriter downstairs – started thinking about a novel, turned to poetry,
back to prose – as always – what to create? Question is how to develop the sensitive balance? When I
came upstairs I saw my art work "In the Dark." I realized that my method for obtaining balance in
artwork is to carefully select the basic color relationships and movement and then to add pieces in
dynamic equilibrium – place each new element precisely with respect to the entire. In other words – I
do know how to balance and develop tension and movement. I do.
890617 dream
At fair-type party with T____ and kids. We have appointment with some mechanic who is going to fix
or demonstrate a car. I am wearing clothes that I like. At one point someone points out to me that it is
ripped in the back. I look – its only ripped a little.
A man demos the car, but when its time for me to test drive it (snow on ground – bad weather?) a
woman goes with me instead. I start out and am not satisfied with what the station wagon is doing.
We get out and walk up the hill.
890618 dream
Standing in front of a rack near manager's station in Giant-like grocery store. I have some kind of
project that requires seasonings and condiments and the store has arranged with my son, a small boy
with big glasses and straight collar-length brown hair, to provide us with a set of these condiments in
little plastic pouches. I debate with my son over how to check out with these – we have other
shopping to do. I am thinking that if we have them run over by a scanner the computer can list them
for me and I will have the list for future reference.
We then turn to the matter of Easter candy – I ask the boy if he would mind if we went ahead (my
husband is there) and bought his Easter candy. It is everywhere in the store. I pick up and examine a
maple-sugar looking Easter egg that has been molded very intricately. M____ is there, and we begin
shopping together. We have a discussion about the definition of "continuous" as it applies to one-piece
jumpsuits for infants – Discussion re court of law establishing that they can’t use the term. I am
looking for something to buy M____, some socks, perhaps, and she asks me, is this for some particular
occasion? I say no and she says "then no, don’t buy anything for me."
I am aware of the story going on where one officious mother of a child star (prodigy like my son)
became famous even for arguing with great mathematicians – one scene of a large dark-skinned black
haired arrogant woman and similar man in a turban in the windows of a coach. She says something
and he frowns – he is a mathematician and doesn’t like being forced to endure this woman. At one
point had sense of R____ walking at my left side, shadow presence (soul always with me), as we were
walking toward my “son.”
