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adrienmundi) wrote2008-01-03 07:12 am
adrienmundi) wrote2008-01-03 07:12 am
dreams
Something about visiting a very affluent dark, sprawling complex of homes/apartments with lots of communal space and no easy delineation between shared and private space. The near-adult child of two of the affluent was getting into trouble for spending, but brushed it off and took me and left.
Then a weird combo of a performer I really like and her friend being sort of like visiting near family, in the same house in which I lived from 77-80. I opened two rootbeers by accident, and offered one to a visiting child, only to be told I needed to ask the parent (performer or friend), who said it was too late for that much sugar, so I had to take it away from the disappointed child. Then a switch from near-family to performer as I brushed up against public persona and the weight of words and actions; casual but recorded comments wounded and excluded me. Fairyhead and I had a converted two room walkup flat in East Germany (?), where one of her work friends was waiting. Our second room, basically our library, also served as a government run meeting center if we weren't there (or "didn't keep a light on" according to our contract), and the performer was to speak there on her comic strip/book work (?),which I knew would again unintentionally exclude and wound me. I walked from my old house (in Lawrenceville, GA) through a part of old Birmingham, AL where I used to go to kindergarten to get to our apartment. I said hello to J's work friend, who was sitting in our front room, and poked my head through the narrow door to our library, to see who was in there. Four or five indie artsy types were listening to a dark haired girl in a leather jacket talk about the importance of the performer's comic art, and they all turned to look at me as if I was the interloper. I resolved to get out before she showed up, and then woke up.
Then a weird combo of a performer I really like and her friend being sort of like visiting near family, in the same house in which I lived from 77-80. I opened two rootbeers by accident, and offered one to a visiting child, only to be told I needed to ask the parent (performer or friend), who said it was too late for that much sugar, so I had to take it away from the disappointed child. Then a switch from near-family to performer as I brushed up against public persona and the weight of words and actions; casual but recorded comments wounded and excluded me. Fairyhead and I had a converted two room walkup flat in East Germany (?), where one of her work friends was waiting. Our second room, basically our library, also served as a government run meeting center if we weren't there (or "didn't keep a light on" according to our contract), and the performer was to speak there on her comic strip/book work (?),which I knew would again unintentionally exclude and wound me. I walked from my old house (in Lawrenceville, GA) through a part of old Birmingham, AL where I used to go to kindergarten to get to our apartment. I said hello to J's work friend, who was sitting in our front room, and poked my head through the narrow door to our library, to see who was in there. Four or five indie artsy types were listening to a dark haired girl in a leather jacket talk about the importance of the performer's comic art, and they all turned to look at me as if I was the interloper. I resolved to get out before she showed up, and then woke up.