I have to pee. As I wait for my dad, the expert driver, to arrive and transport me home, I listen to the out-of-place cheery mall music still playing an hour after the mall is closing and think about how in the days of Versailles, even the king would pee in the corners of the building. I guess evaporation would take care of it. But for me that would be unacceptable.
And very strange-feeling.
Makes me think of the banana training video where "if you suspect a body fluid of any kind, immediately notify your supervisor." Like, if you're trying on pants and you just can't hold it any longer.
Today I slept all day. I couldn't help it. My mind was full of dreams.
I dreamed of
Jane and Lorraine
Them shopping
Being a dog
Telepathically receiving signals to run a course
Vague African friends
A wood frame
Volunteering to fix power tools
Aunt Jennie
Being in the hospital
Cousin corie had a sick daughter
I was on crutches
The crutches malfunctioned
I was touching the cowling
Dad and a strange
but friendly
man
got me down
A wooden boat anchor doubled as a chair in the waiting room
The showers of a college dining facility lacked soap and had small curtains,
They became a pool with any levels
Wading
Walking on water
Playing pool
The water room sanctuary became the hospital
We left the hospital all at once except for two girls who had borrowed my blanket. I saw it hanging over the outside wall of the hospital building and ran back in to get it; that was when I suspected corie's daughter had breast cancer and when my crutches stung me into the air.
I dreamed of staying with an Asian woman who had married a white man.
I spoke to her daughter about being multi-racial.
I their driveway was steep but the lady assured me that even in the snow it is fine.
I was left in the car and had toove it for someone.
It started sliding back and I didn't know what to do! The lady came back just in time. The people in the backseat have brake pedals, too, and they have to press them down.
I dreamed of a spiritual meeting where everyone stood
In a
Circle
And spoke in tongues.
I had to do an obstacle course first and everyone laughed at me because I did it
wrong.
There was a roller coaster and I wasn't allowed off it for a while because there was something
Wrong
With the way I was riding.
I couldn't speak in tongues.
I hurried out.
There was a jewelry stand in a corner on the way out that popped out if I wanted; I looked at that a lot.
I was riding with my friend and the curves in the road were
Insanely
Tight.
I dreamed of a building
Where
You had to climb patriotic-colored sand to get in and I had more trouble than everybody else.
I dreamed of sitting on the back of a train with a man I know and kissing him in the dark.
I dreamed of a house with a ghost in it.
I dreamed of a church set up like British parliament in the old days, with benches facing each other. I snuck out because the light was dark blue. The pastor saw me and smiles. There were lots of difficulties with offering.
I dred about painting chairs with a team of people I knew and didn't. I had lost a chinchilla during an outdoor toy car race and had also lost my family.
Great sense of loss and anxiety.
I dreamed of a sinking ship or a sinking freight train; I was each investigating officer trapped underneath the cars and struggling to get to air.
It was very much connected to Ncis, that one.
I dreamed of cultural dancers in a pared down a narrow street and of joining them
Because I thought I could
Because I thought I knew the answers.
I remember this image of a dinosaur head
Minus the skin-
An anatomical image.
Then mom entering my consciousness:
"Danielle, it's five! It's really time!"
When I said I slept all day, I meant it.my shift started at 6 Pm.
But when I woke up, it was a dream day. My mom put chicken my salad, a rare treat. I put on a dress my friend gave me and my mom walked by and said, "wow! Looks like it fits you like a glove!" And it did. I felt gorgeous all night.
The mall was empty except for the friendliest of customers. I could run around and straighten all of the clothing I wanted to.
Even the sale pants.
By the time I was done with them, every pant was fastened exactly the same, every hanger had the logo on the front, and the rack looked like a rainbow of desire instead of a misshapen pile of trousers.
In Kenya, they call all pants trousers.
Even jeans!
On break, I had just enough time to restore my blood sugar to happiness. My body sang.
It's raining outside. I love rain. If nobody gets hurt in it.
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