Reading The Tea

Last night was full of dreams I remembered. I had a variation on my usual Running Away from Bad People Who Want to Get Me dream. I came to a place where the only way forward was along the narrow, narrow ledge of a cliff, with nothing to hold onto and a gravel surface. As I edged my way along, I lost my balance and fell. I managed to grab the face and find a good hand hold, but there were no others I could see or feel. I realized that eventually my grip would fail, and I would fall. After an excruciating amount of time, it did, and I went falling, falling, falling. Somewhere in the falling, the dream became lucid and I realized that it was a dream, but I was still afraid of what would happen when I died in a dream — I usually wake up right before. This time I eventually hit the ground.
Later I dreamed that I was making dinner with my friend Christina (who I’ve known since I was 8 ) and that Joey (my other best friend from then) knocked on the door. We all hugged, then continued making dinner.

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Last night I dreamt that Bronwen had an interview for a potential tutoring job for a very rich person at an old, creepy mansion. Dustin and I decided to go along with her on the interview, just in case. The mansion people acted very strange, including leaving us for a long time in a room that was obviously bugged and under video survailance. I had a stake out at the ready, in case they turned out to be vampires. After a while they came back and asked B what she knew about anthropology, then invited us to come to the living room for a short performance. It turned out to be a modern dance performance, and there was a stage at the front of the room. The dancers kept running and falling, running and sliding to the floor. One of them landed near me, and I recognized her. She recognized me too, and whispered, “Hi! I’m kinda self-conscious about my falling. I haven’t done it in a long time, and I’m out of practice.” I whispered back to her, “You’re doing fine. In fact, I think that you’re the best faller here.” Then I woke up.

Yesterday, in Union Square I had the misfortune of seeing a girl wearing jeans over a one-piece swim suit. The jeans were so low-rise that I saw a large part of her thighs between where the swim-suit ended and the waist began. I would’ve taken a photo, but I was so shell-shocked that I didn’t grab my camera fast enough. Where was she headed? To my knowledge, there are no pools, beaches or large water fountains anywhere near Union Square. Please tell me this won’t become a new trend!

Or at least, the space station that I live on. Last night I dreamt that I lived on a fairly large space station, and aliens came and took over. They did it for the good of humanity — they said that they were sick of us making a mess of things. The only problem was that they didn’t understand what made people happy. They observed that people usually seemed happy at the beach, so they made us all march down in a long line. They confiscated all swimsuits, and handed them out at random, to avoid inequality and jealousy. There was a shady part and a sunny part of the sand. Everyone was required to be on the sunny part, but they had to stand so that there was enough room for everyone. We also weren’t allowed to have large gatherings beyond our family groups, to avoid disquiet. Jenny, Sarah (my sisters) and I got together to start planning an uprising. We figured that since we were small no one would notice. I woke up before we could really get it going.

I went to the aquarium and sprawled out on the stones around a big pool of water, watching the otters play. It occured to me that they were adorable — kitties of the water. Since they were kitties, it was only right to go snuggle with them. I wondered if they would purr when petted. I dove into the water (yes, fully clothed) and started playing around with them. It turned out that they were super cuddly. It was pure bliss until someone (not clear who it was) informed me that there was another kind of animal that lived in the pool as well, the evil and violent lake badger. I had just sighted one, coming at me with teeth bared, when I woke up.