April 24, 1999 I'm at work, and I think I hear someone call my name. I go still, and listen, but I don't hear it again, and I think I must have imagined it. Then, a little while later, I hear it again. I got out into the hall, but there is no one there. I go next door to the lawyer's office, and ask, and they say that yes, someone there did call me. They give me a number on a slip of paper. I'm supposed to wait until a lawyer can talk to me; apparently someone left me something in their will. I don't know who that someone is, but it seems to be, maybe, someone that I worked with a long time ago. There are other people waiting, too, and they seem to be going away with strange, useless, inexpensive items. I have no idea who would have left me something, and I really need to get back to work, so I ask can't I go back to work and they can call me when they're ready, but they say no, I have to wait. I can't decide what to do. It might be worth it to wait, but then again, I have work to do. April 17, 1999 Someone knocks on the door, and I go and look through the window to see who it is. It's a man that I don't know, so I don't answer the door. I go back into the living room and tell Bob that it wasn't anyone we knew. Then I look back toward the front of the house and see that the man has come in anyway, and he's gone down to the basement. I yell at him, "What are you doing in my house?" "Get out of my house!" and I pick up my cell phone to call the police, but I notice that someone, apparently the intruder, has put a glow-in-the-dark sticker on the phone with some kind of numbers on it. I don't know what they mean. Then I see a white and red chicken walk through the room, and I tell Bob, "He brought a chicken with him!" and then we see a dog, a big blonde cocker spaniel-sort of dog, walk through, and I say, "He brought a chicken AND a dog??!!" And I laugh. April 15, 1999 I was in the midst of what appeared to be a convention of Star Wars fans at a mall. There were high-wire walkers and stunt people doing all kinds of things outside, and there were people in costume wandering around looking at things in booths and in glass cases in the mall hallways. I was carrying around a quilted bag made of fabric, and I suddenly figured out that the zipper that ran around the bottom concealed a false bottom. The false bottom of the bag was filled with pillows--bolsters--that made the bag much heavier than it needed to be. I pulled out all the pillows, and wished I had discovered it . April 13, 1999 I was in a craft store looking at packages of rug hooking yarn, the little flat packages of already-cut yarn that they used to sell (no idea if they still do, I suppose they must). I was picking up various packages of rose pink yarn and pricing them, trying to decide which kind to buy. There was a really big disparity in price, and I had pretty much decided on the cheapest one, even though the quality was, obviously, the poorest. Then I was walking around the store and found a skein of Eddie Bauer yarn in olive green. I would have to cut it myself, but I could do that, I thought. It was beautiful yarn, heavy and of a very good quality. I didn't know how much it cost, though, it wasn't priced and it was apparently the only one they had. I picked it up again and walked around the store some more, thinking about cutting the yarn myself, and trying to figure out how much I'd need. I found some other yarn in a soft blue color and was imagining how that would feel made up as a rug. I decided I would forego a pattern and just make it solid blue, which seemed to me to be sort of nice. Then I was at the checkout counter with my one skein of olive green yarn again. The cashier rang it up, and it was $8.00. Way too much for one skein, so I was thinking about taking it back . . . April 11, 1999 I was in Drug Emporium, carrying one of the small red baskets. I had picked up several items and was standing in line to check out. I put the basket on the counter, and as the cashier was taking out the items to ring them up, she asked me if something was leaking in the basket. I said no, I didn't think I had picked up anything that was liquid, but she lifted out a bottle of Windex and showed me that it had a hole in the bottom, and the Windex solution was all over everything in the basket. She said I could go get replacement items, and I asked if I could take the basket along with me, to remind me of what things I wanted to get. She said no, that I had to do it all over again. I didn't have time, though, I had to be somewhere else. A field trip at work, I think. So I left without buying anything. As I was driving away, late for my appointment, I remembered that I had left several CD-ROMs in the basket. I thought about going back for them--I was really annoyed that I had forgotten them, and worried about them--but started thinking that maybe I didn't need them anyway, that maybe they were just old versions of programs that I had upgrades for, and besides, I had already installed the programs on the computer. I couldn't decide whether to go back or not. April 6, 1999 I was driving a small car, and underneath my seat was something illegal, drugs, I think. I was afraid of them being discovered by the authorities, and we (there was someone else in the car with me) were approaching some sort of checkpoint or border patrol area. In hopes that a passenger would be less likely to be searched than the driver, I made the person I was with drive, and I took the passenger seat. I began to be afraid that this wouldn't be enough, though, and decided to create a diversion. I had some sort of injection device, like a hypodermic needle but it also seemed to be some sort of powered device. It was made of shiny chrome. I injected my companion with it, and he collapsed. I had only intended to make it apparent that he needed help, diverting attention away from me, but either I gave him too much or he was allergic to it, because he almost immediately died. I wasn't terribly concerned about that, though, just glad that all of the authorities rushed to his aid and completely forgot about me. April 3, 1999 A long, ongoing dream about work. T told me "I was pleased with you today," and told me that I had done a good job, then went on to tell me that I had been doing a terrible job before, and that he was particularly displeased with something that I had done yesterday, in fact, he made fun of me for asking a question that he thought was obvious, but that I thought wasn't. I stood up for myself and said that there was no way I could have known the answer, and that it wasn't a stupid question, but he walked away without hearing me. There were two young blonde women who were going to be doing some work in the office, and one of them sat down at my computer to work and I had to clean off the desk, and get my stuff off, and I was getting in her way, and I apologized for that. And as I was leaving, someone announced that "the pizza is here" and I hadn't known anything about it, in fact, it seemed apparent that I was supposed to know nothing about it, and I didn't know whether to leave without acting like I'd noticed, or to act like I'd been invited when, in fact, I hadn't. Last Month | Next Month Home | Journal | Archives | Notification | Random | Resources Webcam | Dreams | Mood Swings | Tea Leaves | Forum | Natterwick Books | Music | Reflections | Guestbook | Postcards | Bio | Search Copyright © 1999 Willa G. Cline