The Photo
A photo of the refrigerator at the Healthcare for the Homeless art studio, taken on the morning Kelly, Judi and I
My dreams have become transparent. I can interpret them even as they're happening, and I speak in them with the same certainty that I have in the dream that is my waking life.
Dream Symbolism: 0, The Dream That Is My Waking Life Symbolism: 1--Or, Losing the Navigator
I had a dream night before last in which I was riding a bicycle down several flights of stairs. In the dream, I thought: Well, this is about being depressed and my energy level.
David's Christmas gift to me this year was a beautiful GPS navigation system for the car. The Japanese had one which just made me want to sing.
Dream Symbolism: 0, The Dream That Is My Waking Life Symbolism: 2--Or, The Walk
I had a dream last night in which I was going to a high school prom. My date was a young man (I was also high-school age) with curly hair. His mother was driving us and his sister was in the car. His sister said that I acted white, and, in the dream, I began to explain to her the socioeconomic reality of being a minority in an upper middle class community.
It was a balmy seventeen degrees this morning as we--Kelly, Judi, and I--left Kelly's house. On our walk, we saw Canada geese and cranes. We heard ice breaking up in the ditch, and we threw rocks at the ice like kids.
What Did You Want to Be When You Grew Up? Or: The Boy Who Grew Up to Be A Hero
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