| 12/23/96 | - Keys |
| 12/21/96 | - The long, long staircase |
| 12/15/96 | - The wrong floor |
| 12/14/96 | - Travel anxiety |
| 12/23/96 | - Keys |
| 12/21/96 | - The long, long staircase |
| 12/15/96 | - The wrong floor |
| 12/14/96 | - Travel anxiety |
12/23/96 - Keys
There is a man visiting someone at my office. I'm not involved in the meeting, but I see him and think he's attractive. He's wearing a long black coat that billows out behind him. He's getting ready to leave and go back to his hotel, and he's standing at my desk putting things into his briefcase. We talk briefly, and he says, "Do you want a key?" I understand that he means a key to his hotel room, and what this implies, and say yes, sure. So he gives me a key and I put it in my pocket, and he leaves. After he leaves I'm trying to figure out how I can get to the hotel and still go to my in-laws' house for Christmas Eve. I'm not sure that I can work it in, but I really want to go to the hotel.
Later, I'm at an airport with a man in a wheelchair. I find him attractive, too. He has lost the key to his suitcase and Barb goes off to see if she can find it. I kneel down beside him so that we're at eye level and I take his hand and stroke his fingers. I wonder why this kind of touch should be so powerful and think, "It's touching skin you've never touched before, and being touched by skin that has never touched yours."
12/21/96 - The long, long staircase
I am on a long, open black metal staircase that seems to go on and on. There are two sides to it--the people on one side are children from the inner city and homeless people, and I don't know who the people on the other side are, but that's the side I'm on. I'm wearing high heels and I'm very afraid that I'm going to fall off. I pray that I won't. Then somehow I'm off the staircase and at an airport. I'm telling Bob how much I hate stairs, then I realize that his flight is leaving soon. A gate agent says that he should get to the gate quickly because the flight will fill up, so he runs off. I should have gone with him, but I'm eating lunch and decide I'll go to the gate to see him off when I'm finished.
Then I'm at a lunch counter and I'm waiting in line behind an elderly person in a dirty shirt. I can't tell if it's a man or woman. The person pulls a comb out of their pocket and combs their hair. They are asked what they want to drink--juice or milk? The person says "A medium drink." The clerk asks again, "Juice or milk," and the elderly person says, "A drink!" The clerk realizes that they mean they want an alcoholic drink and says they're not supposed to serve them.
12/15/96 - The wrong floor
I'm at work and I leave my office to go to the restroom. I open the restroom door and see water on the floor. I look around to see if someone is in there mopping the floor, but I realize that, instead of being a restroom, it's a shower room. It wasn't there before. Then I wonder if I've gone into the men's room by mistake. I go out and look at the door--nope, it's the women's restroom.
Then I notice that there are signs along the walls saying that this is the 12th floor. But then some of the signs say 6 or 7. I wonder if they're in the process of changing the floor numbers. But even so, I still don't understand about the restroom. Because even if they're changing the floor numbers, I haven't gone to a different floor. I was on the 5th floor when I left my office and the restroom was normal last time I used it. I'm very confused.
12/14/96 - Travel anxiety
I arrive at the airport for a flight, but I don't know where I'm supposed to go. I finally find the line to check in, but it's much too long and I know if I stand in it, I'll miss my flight. I find another line, but it's long, too, and I return to the first line.
When I finally reach the front of the line, the ticket agents search my bags, opening all the zippered compartments and going through all my clothes. I know I'm going to be late, so I leave my bag there and run for the plane. As I reach the gate I realize I don't have my attaché case, either, and I can't remember if I left it with the ticket agents or if I even brought it. I decide I have to go back, so I turn around and run toward where I left my bag, but when I get there, there is a gate, and the opening is too small for me to go through. I can see through it, though, and I keep trying to fit through.
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