Request granted
...written on 03.12.04, @ 12:09 p.m.
Fri March 12, 2004
I opened my eyes at 6:30 this morning and didn't dare to move my head. True, it felt stuffed up and my throat was sore, but I didn't want to dislodge the dream filled fruits of my slumber. Before I went to sleep last night, I asked to have vivid, interesting dreams, so the least I could do was try to record them:
My Dad and I walked into a bookstore that was also a clothes store. I went into the dressing room to change into new clothes. Maybe I was in there too long, but when I came out, the employees were busy dismantling the bookstore. The shelves were empty! I stood around waiting for my dad, but he wasn't anywhere to be found. I called my mother. Dad was at home. I asked her how I was going to get home.
I then found myself in our old house in Atlanta. There was a party going on. Not many people. Someone was arguing and in a quick glimpse in a mirror, I saw that some bees were beginning to swarm on the wall by the window.
I wanted the argument to stop. I tried to tell the people about the bees. I could see Min's picture on my cellphone, and then he appeared in front of me. He was offering help, but something was wrong, my eyes narrowed and I pushed him away. I started ranting in a paranoid manner and a couple on the couch started laughing at my conspiracy theories.
By now, bees pulsed all over the living room wall. Maybe three of us made it to the kitchen (now I was in my grandmother's old house). Min lit a paper on fire, someone wanted to clap their hands to get the bees off the door. The fire was sparkling blue. I got my hand on the knob and ran out.
I flagged down a woman in a car and got in. The car was speeding. We were heading off the road into a brightly lit forest. I looked at the woman. Her hands weren't on the steering wheel, but her foot was on the accelerator. She was smiling at me. My eyes bugged out of my head as I grabbed the wheel. I felt the car spinning and kept waiting for the impact of the trees, but it never came.
When I got out of the car, I was on a beach in Haiti. There was a crowd of people watching as a long black convertible drove up. Aristide, the former president, was the only one in the car. He attached a metal wire and hook to an old house on the beach. I heard a local comment that they were taking all the old houses away. Aristide started to drive away and asked if the house was on a marble slab. Some of the foundation of the house crumbled and white dust rose around the car, but he managed to drive off, dragging the old house behind him.
I looked across the road and saw an interesting store. The local told me it was a good place to relax. I had to cross a strange intersection and was almost hit by a motorcycle. I was stuck in the middle island, not sure which way to go, until I finally spied the sign for the shop.
I walked into the variety store. The owner was with other people, but came close and offered a comment to me. I looked at the yard flag she indicated and considered it as a present for Min's mother, but then decided it was too drab.
The owner was behind the counter talking about something when she stopped abruptly and changed the subject. I asked her if she could please finish what she was saying as it was the exact thing I was looking for, and if she couldn't help me, I would have to go somewhere else. She said it would be ready soon.
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Woo doggie! That was a fun one! Sarah, any ideas? Most of it is obvious, but what about those bees and a Haitian beach? Rich, rich, rich. The imagination is a wild and wooly place.
Change is definitely in order, new clothes, out with the old (bookstore, Aristide's house), maybe travel (going home, Latin America), a little indecision (stuck in the middle), but an answer is coming soon.
So yeah, the annual "Should I stay or should I go?" question is nigh. I'd like to explore many options, so . . . Anyone know of any interesting jobs or opportunities out there that might fit me?