Willa's Journal

Saturday, April 12, 2003:

I suddenly started getting emails about auctions that I'd won for Opal yarn, but ones that I hadn't intended to bid on, only to watch. They just kept coming and coming, and I was getting really worried because all of the yarn I was watching was from Germany, and thus very expensive to have shipped here, and I couldn't afford it. I was very relieved when I woke up and realized that it was only a dream.

Friday, April 11, 2003:

I had a new job at a huge company. I was some kind of secretary or administrative assistant, although I introduced myself to someone as an "assistant," so maybe the job was different.

I was in a large room that was mostly empty, very quiet and soothing, somehow, but then one of the executives came in and decided it was too empty, and he started moving people in there until it was chaotic and overcrowded. I was concerned that he was going to give me more people to work for, too, since I only had one.

Then I was being taken around on a tour of the company, and it was so big, and I knew quite a few women. As we walked around, I would nod to the ones I knew, or had worked with before--I tried to call them by name, buy couldn't always remember--there was one that I commented on: "I went to kindergarten with Gloria." I said something about how when you've worked as long as I have, you're bound to know a lot of people, but that I couldn't always remember their names.

At a drive-in kind of restaurant, like Sonic, waiting for my food. I'd ordered what I thought was a pork tenderloin, but then was afraid I'd ordered it wrong, and when it came it was something like a hamburger with about ten strips of bacon on it. It was delivered to me open-faced, and I asked for a knife, saying, "I've never had a sandwich delivered to me like this." I thought that after I walked away, I would throw away the hamburger part and just keep the bacon and bread.

There was some kind of metal rolling cart next to my car, and when I tried to push it away, parts of it came apart, and I was a little afraid I'd run over it and hurt my tires, but I thought I could push it far enough away that it wouldn't.

Then, sitting listening to DK sing, and being happy that I was sitting so close to the stage and could hear him perfectly, then heard a door slam or something, and woke up.

Thursday, April 10, 2003:

Fragments: The library calling to tell Ann that some books she had requested were in, and to also tell Lynn that some diary pages that she had written on specially made banana fiber paper had deteriorated, and were unreadable.

I lived in a place similar to the first loft where P3 was located; there was a man living in the upper part, a friend of mine, a painter named Kyle. In my dream I realized that the "real" Kyle that I know was different, and a thought went through my head, "In my dream world, Kyle is a dark-haired painter that lives above me."

Neighbors who had trees that had died or broken; one neighbor's husband was using the opportunity to start growing Venus fly-traps. She wasn't happy about it, but what could she do?

Tuesday, April 8, 2003:

I was going out to dinner with George and Laura Bush, and someone else, although I can't remember who I was with--maybe my brother. We arrived at the Bushes' house, and I looked around and remembered the way it looked so I could tell people--"Just a normal suburban house."

We walked out to the car, and I got in the back seat, then as Mr. Bush got in the driver's seat, I said, "Oh! I could drive," and Mrs. Bush said no, that was all right, he liked to drive.

As we drove through town, there was some kind of a medical fair being held on the street. Medical workers were doing different kinds of tests on people for free, and there was one panel truck with the back open where two workers were doing some kind of a test on a young girl who was in a coma.

There were children playing in the street--Arab or Middle Eastern children--and Bush would drive the car right up to the children, slowly, and if they didn't get out of the way, he would keep driving. I was afraid for the children, and didn't know if he would actually drive over them or not, but it appeared he would.

Wednesday, April 2, 2003:

Something about being in a mall, waiting for someone, waiting out in a foodcourt-like area, although I don't remember any food, just a bunch of picnic tables and benches. So I was sitting there, and suddenly regretted that I hadn't brought my knitting in. Fortunately, I hadn't completely forgotten it, it was out in the car, but I didn't know if I actually had time enough to go out and get it, or whether I should just sit there and wait.

Then I noticed that there was a yarn store over on the other side of the courtyard, and I hadn't been there in awhile, and I suddenly remembered that I'd seen something about them having sock yarn, and I wondered if I had time to go there . . .

Then, I don't know, there was some kind of stairway that I had to go down, but instead of actually walking down, you were supposed to kind of slide down on parts of the stairway that were movable, and I wanted to do what I was supposed to do, but it scared me, and I didn't know what happened at the bottom, how you stopped.