I am one of those people who dreams in technicolor. And, based on the content of my dreams, I am more than a little emotionally unsettled, I think. I dream in vignettes which are most often totally disconnected. Snapshots of a scrambled egg mind. This was last night's version.
**The following are in no particular order and are not grammatically correct.
I dreamed of...
My childhood friend, Cathy, who morphed into a movie star carrying a Prada purse and wearing large designer sunglasses and had a jet to catch but could not board it until she went to the local immigration office which I envisioned in my mind as being a rather stark room lit with a fluorescent light and suddenly her sister was by her side to endure the entire episode and give her moral support since they were at the immigration office until 2 in the morning with my father who took them there and then they came back and I was asleep and they woke me up and we got up and ate chocolate and then I went back to bed and when I awoke they were gone and I was very depressed.
And then my mother and grandmother were very worried about me since I was depressed and were very happy when I decided to walk down a long skinny sidewalk to get the mail from a mailbox that was on a pole only a foot high and while I was going down the walk, I decided to pull weeds that my dad had missed and some of them required using both hands and one of them had a large green slimy ball attached to the end of it and I kept trying to throw it but I couldn't so I finally held it like a baseball and threw it and it landed a few inches away from me and I pulled up ground ivy that had a root that ran all the way up a hill I ascended that I had not descended.
And then I decided to get a shower and went to the bag I had packed and finally found the clothes I needed but then changed my mind and had to go back and get another top the challenge being not to disturb the neatly packed clothes and I was being very quiet because I did not want to wake my host who happened to be the lady which previously lived in my house but I chose to shower in the guest bathroom only after I had taken a tour of a beautiful home in which every floor and wall was snow white except someone who I suspected was me had turned over a bottle of cleaner the color of egg yolks and it spilled on the white floor but in the hallway there was a white mop and a bucket of water which led me to believe that this was a normal occurrence and so I began to mop it up and realized the more I mopped the more it spread and stopped because I wasn't going to mop the whole place. And then my host awoke and told me the house we were in wasn't in New York at all but in Oxford and I said that all the pictures she posted on Facebook were from New York and she said she went to see her son there and that was why but she lived in Oxford and would I please be her friend because she got treatments every Friday and was very lonely over the weekend and I thought it over without giving her an answer and my mother and grandmother confirmed the fact that she said treatments while we were eating and the coffee that I drank was the best coffee that I had ever tasted. And I thought if she died I wouldn't mind buying that house.
And then it was Election Day and I was standing in line to vote in a Rumpke port-o-let and my uncle called from the steps of a mobile home to ask if the polls were open and I realized that I was one of the first in line to vote and when it came my turn I realized that I wasn't wearing my glasses and thought that this was going to be a joke but then sight came to me and I was able to see the ballot which was 73 pages long and I got all my pages mixed up and was trying to sort them and another lady came in to vote which I thought was rather rude but went with it and she said she had just moved to Fairfield.
And then my uncle called to say that he and my aunt were staying in for dinner because they had taken down their decorations and they wanted to sort them which when my mother heard that she laughed and said it really meant that they didn't want to eat turkey and dressing again and she turned around to go and I saw the bright yellow roses on the back of her dusty rose chenille robe that had yellow ovals which contained pink flamingos standing on one leg.
And I asked my dad if he would go with me to my apartment which I had not been living in for several months because I feared I had been evicted for not paying my rent and what set off the whole thing was that I thought about my mailbox overflowing with mail and remember I hadn't been there and the apartment was in a not so nice part of town and he said he would go but he would drive separately because he was going to meet his uncle and I asked which one and he squinted and looked like he was trying to remember and finally said he thought his name was George or something.
And that is all...
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