Running

This morning I was amongst a group of people in a cozy apartment. We were gathered in the kitchen all leaning back against the counters. The little old professor, gnomb-like in appearance, with trimmed grey beard, came and stood next to me. I was very fond of him and stretched my arm around his shoulders and patted him with my right hand, smiling at him. I knew he was a little drunk, he had a beer in his hand, he had been drinking for a while. Although all I felt for him was fondness I knew he had different feelings towards me, that perhaps he had some uneasy sense about. He spoke playfully regarding me but directed his comments towards a woman across from us older than me and younger than him, as if he called her in as a witness. "The last time you used your left arm, and this time your right. This is a wonderous thing. So which is it, are you right handed or left handed?" It struck me that this action took little skill and could be performed by either arm and I wanted to be clever and turn the situation around. "Why, I am ambidextrous!" An amused gasp came from everyone in the kitchen. I feel compelled, always, to qualify myself and I added "I am dominant in my right hand, but I can perform every task with my left as well." Then suddenly the professor doubled over and threw-up his beer on my feet. But he stayed bent, an illness had taken hold of him and he wasn't recovering. He ran out of the room and I heard him wretch again and a third time; I woke up suddenly and immediately recognized the little professor was Mr. Bruce. I heard the cooing of the pigeon's on my airconditioner and realized their sound had proceeded each episode the professor had in my dream except the first. It had come into my dream and effected it. I was deeply upset. Ill.

Jeff and I were closing the deal on a new apartment. We had found a place we really liked and it was all happenning so quickly. We signed the paperwork and started discussing the down-payment which amounted to half a months rent. I had next to nothing and Jeff couldn't cover even half between us. I was frustrated and anxious and finally released it. "Why are we trying to do this? We're rushing it, we don't have to do this now."

I had a dream two nights ago that my parents had bought a new home. The property was large, it supported a great garden, farming style. The home was big and spaceous, it let in lots of light and it felt good to be inside this home. The pantry was more like an open shelving system in the kitchen where vegetables were stored and some actually growing, a skylight above a source of continual light. I loved this new home and wanted to stay forever. It was just me, mom, and dad, like it used to be. The three of us went out into the garden with a wheel barrel and collected the compost from the things that had rotted to bring to the heap. We looked over the vegetables and saw that most of them had rotted and I tried to find salvageable ones with little luck- what seemed edible at a distance turned out not to be up close. So we were cleaning up. A woman showed up and her husband shortly after with a dog that was wasted thin, slow and head low. He eyed us with obvious disapporval and I realized this was their property we were on. That we were putting our compost into their compost heap. He said something mean to us, to my parents, I don't remember what and I was irritated. I reamed him for his mean comment and chided him for being such a bad neighbor and he seemed shamed by my words and put his head down. He was a very tall man, very thin. We were all much smaller than him. As we headed back to our property I got another look at his dog and I noticed that he had a shoe on his head, completely covering it. This deeply disturbed me. Like the dog was possessed or controlled by it.