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Real Dreams
890719 dream
Phone call from T____ – supposed to drive down to route 33 and pick him up- he doesn’t want to talk
about it. I get caught up in a story.
Helicopter and car – rescuing someone – in a great hurry, but stop at stop sign so don’t cause accident.
On Route 1, we are looking for a building (hotel) – it's next to a dilapidated building, red brick with
old white paint on it.
I forget to pick T____ up – but he doesn’t call to remind me. It's going to be a good long ride south.
Vague- something to do with clown –like Ronald McDonald.
890720 dream
Going to my meeting with C____– somehow R____ and D___ show up and its not until I get in the car
that I realize that S___ shouldn't know where I am going. I stop and ask R____ to step out and have a
private conversation with me – we walk out to the Road – outside the hedge. There's a dead white cat
on the road. D____, who just showed up from nowhere, is also there.
While R____ is bending over to pick up the cat, a white car driven by rednecks or young hoodlums
drives up the street right at her. The car just goes between R____ and D____ – I am angry and I step
behind it and look at the license plate – which I can see but can't process) as the car continues up the
street.
I ask R____ who brought D____ along. She said she called him and invited him. I am upset at this but
when I turnaround, he has changed into someone else, someone's husband.
We get to the student union at UMD, which is like a go-cart path around a lawn and into an orange-
pink marble hall. I try riding in a VW bug, nearly on my behind. An oriental man is driving just
behind me as I get into the hall I pass D____, who is in the bathroom, complaining bitterly about how
cold the air conditioning is. I agree that it is cold.
I go to the "lobby" where students are running a salt-water taffy shop. They are unloading big boxes of
different flavors. I contemplate buying some.
890724 dream
Dreamt I was going to college part time, second semester. Taking math and chemistry. My primary
class I took from a woman in house on the corner. She had two dogs, small and friendly. I wasn't
happy with my own attendance or attention.
Working on the D____, helping S____ (?) put together a complicated document package. We get it
"filmed" --- S___ hands me the stack of films (actually like slices of raw tomato) and some other
worker starts to handle them and gets them out of order. I am irritated – she apologizes – I resign
myself to sit down and pick up the slices of tomato one at a time – finally see text images on one – its
in cyrillic – decide that as long as it’s a Russian document, no one's going to read it, so I just pile them
back together in closest order I can remember.
I ask math (?) teacher to step out and talk privately with me. We step out on back porch – have to go
down the steps to get away from others. I ask her if I have any chance of improving enough to pass the
course. She tells me frankly no. I ask why (although I don’t remember really going to classes much).
She says because your contributions in class don’t amount to much. I tell her that I am thinking then of
just dropping the class. I have not been feeling well.
I try to go to my next class, I am inappropriately dressed because I feel sick. My knees hurt and don’t
want to carry me. At one point I am wearing a down coat in the middle of summer. I never quite get
to my class.
I "take a tour" through the cafeteria – realize that I never ate there with my friends while I was in
school. It was always too noisy. We got 40 minutes for lunch.
On my way back to the house/classroom where the female teacher is, I realize that I have no motivation
to pursue the education I am "getting," that I am working full time, a mother, and that this "education"
is just an exercise that won’t really serve me in my career path – (it's going over stuff to get it perfect,
when I already have the degree). I decide to pull out altogether – having not truly attended to classes
anyway.
On my way back in I have to pass a VERY large black dog, several other mid-sized dogs, all chained
up and reacquaint the two small dogs with my scent (I'm wearing that down coat – insulation) so that I
can go back up to the house. I am very much afraid of the large black dog – but it isn't too aware of
me as I let myself in at the fence. It belongs to the neighbors.
