| 9/18/96 | - Moldy Bread |
| 9/15/96 | - Roommates |
| 9/12/96 | - My Protector |
| 9/01/96 | - Turquoise Hair |
| 9/18/96 | - Moldy Bread |
| 9/15/96 | - Roommates |
| 9/12/96 | - My Protector |
| 9/01/96 | - Turquoise Hair |
9/15/96 - Rooommates
I have just moved in to an apartment or dormitory room with a male roommate. I realize that Barb used to live here, and I make a mental note to tell her. I look in the bedroom and there are two beds. One is dark wood and one is light. I want the one made of light wood, but I think it would be polite to ask the guy which one he wants, so I do, and he says he wants "the blonde one." Even though that's the one I wanted, too, I say okay.
The other reason I ask about the beds is that I want to plug my computer into the phone jack and check my email and send a message to Barb, and I don't want to use the wrong phone. The phone by "my" bed seems to be full of water, but we pour it out and it works okay, at least we get a dial tone.
I'm thinking about living with a man and wondering what it will be like. I think that something could happen with him, just from the proximity. I think that I won't be able to sleep naked anymore, and start looking for a nightgown. I put on a long flannel nightgown and go to bed, and then I realize that there are other people there--there are girls sleeping on the floor. I ask, "Who are you?" One next to the bed says, "I'm a regular," meaning she sleeps there all the time. I don't like it, but decide I won't say anything because I don't want to get them in trouble.
I also notice a naked young man sleeping on top of one of the beds.
I reach out and touch the night stand next to my bed, and the surface is sticky. It needs to have something put on it to cover up the sticky stuff, but I can't remember what it is.
There are books in shelves next to the bed, but I can't remember their significance.
9/12/96 - My Protector
I am the girlfriend of a young Hispanic man. From some distance, I am observing as he and another young Hispanic man steal a car. They smash the windows, then get in and drive away at dangerously high speeds, careening around corners, to a garage/warehouse "chop shop" where they slam the car into park and then get out and run.
Some time passes, and I am with the young man, walking around the warehouse. He is showing me where various kinds of food are stored, and he shows me a pile of books that he has gathered for me. There's a young blonde woman tagging along with us and this bothers me. I don't know what her function is. I say to my boyfriend, "Baby, what's going on? It's okay, you can tell me."
Then I am explaining what is going to happen, but from a different perspective. I say to the young man, "There's going to be a war (meaning a gang war), but you're not going. You're being called home." I mean by this that he will be killed, and he will no longer be around to protect me, so I understand that he is doing what he can for me before he leaves. I go to on to say, "Ben (the other young man) has already gone," meaning that he has already been killed.
9/01/96 - Turquoise Hair
I, along with several other women, am staying with Micki. She wants us to pay $36 per night, though, which I think is too much. She only makes me pay $4.00 for the first night, and I'm trying to figure out how much it's going to cost for the rest of the week.
One of the women there has dyed her hair turquoise, which looks really strange. She remarks that she doesn't like it, either, and that it looks bad particularly when she doesn't have any makeup on. I see a picture of her with her hair its regular color, and she looks very nice.
Then I'm talking to Bob and he has somehow spent all the money I left him on the first day I was gone. I'm questioning him about what he spent the money on, and he really doesn't know.
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