Dream

Posted on June 10, 2007 in Dreams

I am waiting near a freeway offramp. Two light planes land on the interstate and taxi by me. I call an operator because I believe that the pilots are two boys who escaped from a Jesuit boarding school and robbed several stores. The operator assures me that this can’t be them because there is an airport near the interchange.

Lynn and I go to a house where her family lives. Each scion has her or his own wing. I open doors until I find ours, which is empty. I go walking down the street and find myself in a library. A woman sits next to me and offers to take me in. “If you knew that I was bipolar, I bet you wouldn’t” I say to her. She gets up and hurries away. Lynn doesn’t show to pick me up, so I consider myself abandoned. I reach into my pockets and find a pocket knife and a GPS. The librarians are angry with me and tell me that I cannot stay the night. I inform them that I am to be found at the Hotel deZinc (real name of a homeless shelter) if Lynn comes asking for me. I walk down the street, wondering how I can keep my pocket knife safe from thieves.

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