..::Previous entry: "'My 17 Years as an Unauthorized Jew' (The Good, section 2: Early Mental Meltdown part 3: Normalization)"::.. ..::Main Index::.. ..::Next entry: "DREAMs: Annoying Father and Others"::..

04:10:2006 Entry: "Ann : DREAM: Bad Storm"

DREAM: Bad Storm

I was travelling by myself, I think, at least initially. I was driving, or maybe I was biking. I was in Denver, heading north to Fort Collins. A very bad storm appeared on the horizon, which caused me to stop. I didn't have a cellphone, so I stopped at a grocery store or a mall to use a payphone. I sat down on a row of chairs with my stuff with me. I waited for the person who was currently using the phone to get off, but they continued for ever with idle chat. I saw a phone on the other side of the room, but that would mean having to haul all my stuff over there. I went anyway. I tried to dial my parents' phone number. It would ring once, then nothing. I knew they would worry if I didn't call them to tell them where I was and why I was detained. I thought I could maybe try to get back to Fort Collins on my bike, but I was wearing an evening gown and high heeled shoes, and felt it would be really difficult, especially in a storm. I really wanted someone to come pick me up. Then it was as if I was in a bedroom and Stan was there with me. I was still trying to get ahold of my parents, and I was explaining the problem to him. I told him that if I couldn't find someplace to stay for the night, or if someone couldn't come get me, I'd have to hide out in that bedroom for the night and hope I wasn't found.

By Ann @ 19:53 AM CST:04:10:06 ..::Link::..

read more entries→