Willa's Journal

Sunday, March 28, 2004:

I had gotten something in the mail that I wasn't sure what to do with. It seemed to have something to do with my old employer, so I asked someone, then immediately forgot about it. Then I got a text message on my phone that said, "Give it to Bill," and I couldn't even remember what I'd done with the item, and was worried that I'd thrown it away.

Sunday, March 28, 2004:

I was looking at some sort of body of water, like an ocean, but smaller somehow. The inhabitants were Disneyesque cartoon creatures, in the model of The Lion King. Something happened and the ocean died, or all the inhabitants died. Right before my eyes, like I was watching it in a movie.

It wasn't upsetting, though, really, like it was a movie. Someone, a child perhaps, who was with me, said, "I like it when they have convulsions," and we watched some small fish jerk around and die.

Later, on "shore," some other animals were cleaning things up, and there were broken glasses and flower pots that had been glued together holding reddish sand, with sticks stuck in them. I was walking alone, taking out the sticks, and writing the date on them with a marker and sticking them back in. One of the animals said he was going to go get help, a researcher or something, to figure out what had happened. He said he would take her a beer and ask her to help. I tried to discourage him about the beer.

Saturday, March 27, 2004:

Bob was going to Mexico to meet John for a vacation. I drove him to the airport, and as we're rushing through the airport trying to find the international terminal, we realize that we didn't pack anything for him. He buys a couple of shirts in a gift shop, but I start worrying abount underwear and toiletries . . . he could buy stuff there, but I just can't imagine him heading off with nothing. We decide he should change his ticket to the next day, then we can go home and pack some stuff for him, and come back.

We find the ticket booth, and they say it's possible, so he starts filling out paperwork. You apparently have to have a witness sign, or something, and he comes over and asks me if I have any candy to give them. Something like a bribe, I guess. I start to give him my package of Certs, then find some strawberry hard candy, and give him that.

Saturday, March 27, 2004:

Dreamed I took a sock I was knitting out of my bag, and accidentally picked up the wrong ball of yarn, and knit a row or so in a different color before I realized it. I was trying to figure out if I should frog the whole row, and thinking how hard it would be to put all those tiny stitches back on the needles.

Thursday, March 25, 2004

I was going to have to have another operation. They were going to do it in a hotel this time, instead of the hospital, and that worried me. I was worried about cleanliness and sterility, but I had to assume that they knew what they were doing. They let me put little bright green and red stickers on my stomach; it had something to do with where they were cutting, and it made me feel more in control.

Friday, March 19, 2004:

I was on some kind of a platform out in the ocean, and I was supposed to go down a ladder into the water and make my way to shore, but I knew it was too deep for me and I would just sink and drown. I kept trying to start, but was so fearful that I couldn't do it.

But then either the platform moved, or it was actually closer to shore than I had thought, and once I got off, I was able to flail my way to the shore.

The shore wasn't a beach, though, but like the side of a pool, and I had to struggle to get up over the edge and onto dry land. But I did. I guess that's a good end to it. It was a struggle, but at least I didn't drown.