DREAMBOOK
March
28:
In
a large crowd (one of those conference crowds I=m frequently in now in dreams) walking
through woods on their way from one meeting place to another. We passed over a
border without my knowing, and I had no passport to get back B only
a damp and illegible ID card.
Then
at an airline desk asking my daughter if she had her passport. Trouble,
canceled and delayed flights. I am
driving with Ralph my agent through a Midwestern city at evening B his
kindly, courtly Chinese dream-assistant telling me that the bill for the car,
which L had rented, would be $800.
March 30:
No
memory of the part where I lost something or suffered some setback B but then out on the usual dark city
streets. Saw a young, tough girl driving
a crazy three-wheeled a motorcycle B admired her toughness and skill. But she was going too fast on the potholed
road, wouldn=t
stop, finally lost control and was flung out onto the street. I was following B in a
car now B and
stopped and got out. People had gathered
B among
them her boyfriend, it seemed, grief-crazed B he was picking her up to carry her to a
hospital B
actually piggyback, her head lolling. I
yelled after him to stop, he wouldn=t, I ran to my car to follow him but the car
was gone. I=d left
the key in it. Stolen, in the one minute
since I abandoned it.
Then
somehow in a low hostel crowded with unsavory types, moneyless, without the car
(which I realized belonged to my agent, as in the dream of the night
before.) A kindly black hostel director
asked for the rent B I had none B I tried to explain everything to him and
began to sob terriby over all that had gone wrong: the money, the car, the thing that had
happened before, whatever it was. Sobs
that woke me.
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