The Slap

I need to get this on the blog and out of my mind (for now). I know I will come back to read it later, but I hope to clear my mind for now and also need to remember the symbolism.

It starts out, I was walking down a big street in San Antonio. I was pushing something with wheels in front of me, maybe one of those little shopping baskets people can take on buses. I began to cross the street, jaywalking. I looked behind me and the cars at the light were at a stop. When I faced forward again, I see two young women crossing in front of me, wearing backpacks and maybe sleeping mats or sleeping bags on their backs. The longer I looked at them, I became aware they wore no clothes! It shocked me into a standstill. Suddenly I realized I heard a difference in traffic, looked behind me and went back to the side of the street I started from.

When I finally made it to the homeless shelter, I took a seat in the waiting room. To my left were a series of short shelves open to the other side, some shelves held containers of food. Somebody placed a container on the top shelf next to me and then came back with another container that went into the shelf underneath that.

I could not see the person on the other side, but I asked, "What is that?"

They said, "It's warmed milk."

I saw women with babies sitting in the waiting room and thought maybe it was for one of them. However, I asked anyway, "For what?"

They said it was for the soup. I figured I must be sitting in the wrong chair, so I moved. I walked out of there and went to a bar. Husband and I were drinking beer, standing and talking because it was crowded with people. There was a contest for a diamond ring and Husband won the contest! From out of nowhere, a dark-haired woman walked up to us, looking at him smiling, saying she knew he was going to give her the ring, right? She asked him if he wanted to go out in the back alley and do some kissy-kissy.

I looked at her like she was crazy and asked her if she was talking about having a threesome because he wasn't going nowhere without me (not that I really would have participated in a threesome). She slapped me! Then I walked away. (that was pretty stupid, right?) I was mad and I decided I wasn't going to go home. I didn't want to be there when he finally decided to show up. I walked toward a bus stop and saw a bus approaching. Scrambling to get enough change (for Metro Transit prices), I realized I had no idea where I was planning to go. I thought about going to Ingrid's house, but she would be in another state. Before I had the chance to do anything else stupid, I woke up and laughed because my arm was posed as if I was holding on to a pole on the bus.

The Surgery Never Completed

I was supposed to have a surgery. It seemed like it was to be an angioplasty, except they weren't going in the normal way, they were going in through my armpit.

The first day they tried it, my cat and another cat were at the hospital with me. At first they were cool. Later they decided to run out of the room, which was worrisome. The surgery was interrupted and they told me to get my cats and take them home. I was to return the next day to try again.

The next day, I was there and when they began the surgery, I felt so strange, like I was not getting enough air. (Strange, because they should have been giving me oxygen). They were surprised when I complained, saying they must not have given me enough of a certain drug. They administered more drug and left the room. The drug didn't do anything. I became bored from waiting so long for them to return, so I eventually got up, got dressed and left.

I met some friends who were going to see a magic show. We went to a theater in a different town, that was unexpected, Rina's brother said it was a better show and it was true. When we arrived, there was less of a crowd. We had better seats, closer to the stage than it would probably have been if we had gone to the usual place. I didn't go home with them.

Next thing I remember, I was sitting at a busstop. There were all of these people in houses nearby, looking out of windows at me and talking among themselves, arguing about what race I was, so much that it became extraordinarily annoying. I began singing about them, like an opera, which only made it worse because then they all came out of their houses and converged upon me, stealing too much of my air. I got up and went to another bench, exclaiming "I have heart problems and I am having problems breathing." An old Black woman said, "I'm glad you told us that", and then I woke up.

Dream a Little Dream

I dreamed several dreams, but of course, this little dream was the last one that woke me and the only one I remember all day. It was a migraine overnighter.

It was the smitten 27-year old who is so upset with me and alternately badly influenced about me from the waggling tongues of false tale-tellers, that I make him “uncomfortable” to be around me, who suddenly and surprisingly walked up to me, looking like a big-eyed puppy dog  as I was sitting down googling something on the Mac.  His hair looked better than I’ve ever seen it. After all of this, I made my search engine seem more important. I need an apology. His "discomfort" and these lies need to quit. My honor needs restoration. I refused to speak because he needed to speak first. I couldn’t look at him, but I was looking at both of us from outside of my body (I rarely dream like that). He kept looking at me, but he would not say anything. I don’t know if he just couldn’t speak or if he was waiting for me to say something. I woke up.

Funny thought for me to think of anyone reading this: you know how some people have the same dreams consecutively? Of course, everyone does this. Hahaha. I wonder if it was originally his dream because his hair looked so good.

Who's zooming who? I still maintain my innocence. (smile)