Willa's Journal: Dream Journal: November 2002

My dreams are an integral part of each 24 hour cycle. I don't view them in a voyeuristic sense, I see them as direct experience. They are lived, not watched like TV. ~~ Nick Bantock

I was in Mexico. JS had "adopted" an archeological project. Like adoping a road? Something like that. There was a party for it, a launch party or something like that. It was at the top of a hill. I was walking up the hill toward the party, and a group of men came sliding down, like on snowboards or skiis or something, but it seemed to be accidental. I said to one of them, just to have something to say, "Oh, now you'll have to climb back up the hill!"

The men were mostly dirty and grubby, wearing torn clothes, but out of the middle of the group came Eric Estrada, wearing a nicely pressed, clean uniform. We were old friends, and we hugged. We walked up the hill, and he warned me not to talk as we passed a house--there were military men in the doorway, he told me, although the doorway was beneath ground level and hidden by a berm.

There had been two disappearances of women that I knew about--a girl in my neighborhood named Kathy, and Tom's wife, who had disappeared on their wedding day. Somehow, I knew what had happened to them, but couldn't tell anyone. I knew Tom would have been devastated and wonder what had happened to her, if she might have just gone off and left him. And I knew that the other girl's family would have been terribly upset. But I couldn't tell, and it was eating at me.

I was in a store, some kind of big warehouse type store. A Black woman walked up to me and asked if she could have some gas--she said she had run out, and her husband was going to kill her, and she started crying.

I told her that I was close to empty myself and couldn't help her. That was a lie, but I didn't know how to get gas out of my car and into hers, and I didn't have time.

As I started out of the store, I asked someone, "Why is it so dark?" and then realized that it was raining. I noticed that I had apparently parked the car in a huge puddle, which served me right for lying to the woman. It was a red car, maybe a rental. And when I got there, I didn't have to stand in water to get in, which was good.