weird, weird dream

It's becoming a given that I don't tend to sleep well when my sweetie is away, but this doesn't usually result in me remembering my dreams more (though I will wake up, wide awake, with no idea what triggered that response fairly regularly). Usually, when I remember dreams, I have a pretty clear idea what they're about, what I'm supposed to notice; my subconscious and I are on pretty good terms, most of the time.

But this morning's dream was... odd. I was going into a strangely laid out McDonald's for breakfast, which is strange in and of itself. I remember being worried that my parking space may not have been legitimate, since it was right up front, oddly curved at the front, despite being clearly marked with white lines. Initially, I was the only pasty white person in a line of about four people, but then I think I stepped out of line to go check on my car again. When I came back, suddenly the line was about 40 people, like a bus had unloaded. So I made my way to the back and waited. After a while, it seemed like the line had devolved into people just standing around, having already had their food. Again, I went to a line of about four or five people (again, the only pale person present; I don't usually notice things like that in my dreams) in the front where there were three counter folks, all clustered at the end of the counter, inaccessible to the waiting customers. I almost stepped out of line again in frustration, but finally went up to the loafing employees, asking where it was I was supposed to stand to order, and that I'd already been waiting for more than half an hour. They directed me back to where I was standing, as if these kinds of delays were boring and everyday for them. Then, I woke up, confused.

I'm still puzzled by this one. If anyone wants to take a shot at it, I'm all eyes.

someting to kick over again and again until I find a position

The need for political and social visibility versus the recreation of boundaries, lines, definitions, and hierarchies of acceptability.

I know it's not simple, and I can see multiple perspectives, but I can't seem to pull it into a whole that is useful.

(no subject)

Along the route I normally take to lunch, I passed through an empty lot that I learned to love, to pay attention to. Something was always changing, growing. I watched the red scrubgrass take over the tracks left by construction equipment parking, it followed by a more delicate green grass, very recently growing numerous, tall and strong. I learned where to step when it had rained to avoid both the mud and damaging the plant life.

Last week, construction began in that lot. I was moderately curious to see what they were putting in; I imagined another overpriced restaraunt or fast food stand, but now the answer is clear; it's a parking lot. I've never felt an affinity for Joni Mitchell until today. Damn it, why can't I live in the land of phor, of Ding an Sich, at least for a little while?

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