The lull after the dream
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klenaDreaming for what feels like the first time in weeks
Back in LA (or maybe it was just California) with Dave but a Dave who knew the area and chattered about the two steps the station was from the beach. Walking along the sand and feeling the sun on my face.
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whitehaiku and mikantea again. Different place, dark wood table-tops. Questions about my money this time around to which I assured him I had because I was visiting, not travelling. Making soup which wasn't entirely a success but which was fun. Ended up looking like a combination of miso and mushroom. Wiping the surfaces and assuring him I wanted to - part of working in service industries for so long and telling him the story of my housemate Gavin who does massive cleanings of our house when he's hungover (because it's true) and making tea and waiting for mikantea to come home.
In a fancy car. Feels like my mum is driving. It's night and we're driving near cliff edges or around mountains. I am dozing a lot, and we barely talk but it's not because we're fighting. All feels slightly disjointed and unreal, like a Murakami book.
Pregnant, curled up on a bed with Dave who holds a Polaroid camera. We've been taking tons of pictures that litter the bed around us. Our foreheads are almost touching and I have my arms cradled around my large stomach. I tell him that I'm done with this pregnancy and I don't want the child anymore. He looks heartbroken and I take a picture of him. Write on the photo something about Dave loving his child. Tell him I lied, I want our child. He takes a photo of me smiling down at myself. The scratch of black pen on the picture
A house like one I used to know. Moving into maybe. Someone is looking for me who has the same name as my old principal. I am in a bathroom with two showers, working on washing my masses of hair. Hayden and a girl are there (maybe Hannah) as I shower. The garden outside is flooded (the house is flooding) and they tell me so, tell me how they saw a man with a broom push a microwave on top of the water. I flip my hair before my face and rub shampoo into the tangled ends. Catch a glimpse of myself, big eyes, masses of tangled sea-salted hair and I feel for a moment like a Selkie or a mermaid.
Bits and pieces that I didn't remember. Strange dreams to have when I'm not even talking to Dave at the moment.
Back in LA (or maybe it was just California) with Dave but a Dave who knew the area and chattered about the two steps the station was from the beach. Walking along the sand and feeling the sun on my face.
Staying with
whitehaiku and mikantea again. Different place, dark wood table-tops. Questions about my money this time around to which I assured him I had because I was visiting, not travelling. Making soup which wasn't entirely a success but which was fun. Ended up looking like a combination of miso and mushroom. Wiping the surfaces and assuring him I wanted to - part of working in service industries for so long and telling him the story of my housemate Gavin who does massive cleanings of our house when he's hungover (because it's true) and making tea and waiting for mikantea to come home.In a fancy car. Feels like my mum is driving. It's night and we're driving near cliff edges or around mountains. I am dozing a lot, and we barely talk but it's not because we're fighting. All feels slightly disjointed and unreal, like a Murakami book.
Pregnant, curled up on a bed with Dave who holds a Polaroid camera. We've been taking tons of pictures that litter the bed around us. Our foreheads are almost touching and I have my arms cradled around my large stomach. I tell him that I'm done with this pregnancy and I don't want the child anymore. He looks heartbroken and I take a picture of him. Write on the photo something about Dave loving his child. Tell him I lied, I want our child. He takes a photo of me smiling down at myself. The scratch of black pen on the picture
A house like one I used to know. Moving into maybe. Someone is looking for me who has the same name as my old principal. I am in a bathroom with two showers, working on washing my masses of hair. Hayden and a girl are there (maybe Hannah) as I shower. The garden outside is flooded (the house is flooding) and they tell me so, tell me how they saw a man with a broom push a microwave on top of the water. I flip my hair before my face and rub shampoo into the tangled ends. Catch a glimpse of myself, big eyes, masses of tangled sea-salted hair and I feel for a moment like a Selkie or a mermaid.
Bits and pieces that I didn't remember. Strange dreams to have when I'm not even talking to Dave at the moment.
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Date: 2010-01-26 04:25 pm (UTC)MWAH! Big sloppy kisses!
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Date: 2010-01-27 11:41 pm (UTC)