Willa's Journal

Saturday, May 31, 2003:

I suddenly remembered that Bob and I were never actually married, we'd just been living together for all these years. And I thought maybe we should get married. I started thinking about a maid of honor--Barb--and a best man--John--and then I thought maybe I should ask Micki, too, and then wondered if Ann and Lynn would be hurt if I didn't ask them, and thought I probably should.

I was thinking about those medium-sized Yankee candle jars as bridesmaid gifts, and thinking about where we should have the ceremony, and then I remembered that we were married, after all. What a relief!

Saturday, May 31, 2003:

Bob and I were going somewhere, and I was driving. It was night, and raining, and when I turned a corner, I ended up driving on the sidewalk rather than on the street. The sidewalk was cobblestone, and there were a lot of street lights between the sidewalk and the street. I was frantic, and apologized to Bob, but said that I couldn't get back on the street because of all the street lights.

I narrowly avoided running over a couple of people, and then finally got back on the street. Bob, by this time, was running along behind me, having attached a hot pink plastic leash to the car.

Monday, May 5, 2003:

I was in a bar with some people, three or four women; we were sitting in booths with benches like church pews. I had a bunch of money that I'd won, or been paid for something, but it wasn't "real" money, i.e., some of it was big bills, some had strange designs. Someone assured me that I would be able to convert it easily into regular money, just take it to a bank. I was still a little worried about it, and also slightly worried that someone would steal it, although apparently not worried enough to keep my purse with me, since it was sitting on the other side of the room on another bench with everyone else's.

We decided to leave when someone that we knew (Tom's wife?) was preparing to demonstrate to the kitchen staff the proper way to cook something. We knew that was a bad idea, and didn't want to stick around to see it hit the fan, so we got our purses and snuck out before she saw us.

Sunday, May 4, 2003:

I was either staying with, or living with, someone in California. I seemed to be with a man who was a twin; I had driven one twin's PT Cruiser the day before, and I was driving the other twin's today, but the controls were all backwards and I was having a really hard time. I suddenly realized that I was going to be driving this car all the time, and I'd better figure it out. I was trying to explain it to someone, but they didn't seem to understand.

I was particularly worried because right outside the house was the ocean, and big waves breaking against rocks, and I had to make a quick right turn onto the street, and it was difficult.

Then I was in a bathroom that seemed to belong to my parents, and I suddenly realized that I never changed the towels in there, although they seemed to be clean, so I figured my dad must be doing it himself, and then I went to the linen closet and thought, oh, it doesn't matter, because I don't actually live with them anymore, I just have two bathrooms that I have to keep stocked with towels.

Bob's sister's wedding dress was folded up in the linen closet--we were storing it for her there--and I was thinking it would be nice when she took it home herself so I could have that room in the closet back.

And then someone came to visit, and they wanted to go to the beach, and I said, well, I'd go and change my clothes, and then I realized, like I always do in dreams about the beach, that I never go to the beach, I always forget to go, and I should try to remember to go in the future.