I am with Pat and Jeanne at a conference. We are sitting at a table at a cafe. We talk about where Jeanne had an abortion. I thought it was at a small clinic. She says no. We also talk about how all the people at the conference are like all the people in the world. But as the conference goes on, we develop a group essence/personality. Pat gets up to go and forgets this small, metal object. I pick it up to give to him later.
Earlier, I was in a class where it feels like a dark tower. There are all these stairs all going up from the ground to the top of the tower and they are all around the tower. There are other people there as well. We take a step up, lift up a free weight and pump so many times. Then take another step up and pump again, etc. I climb so many steps, then leave. It is not fun.
Jeanne and I go to another weight lifting place. At first I think it will be the one I had gone to in the tower. Jeanne knows about this one. It costs $5. Some low cognitive people show the rest of us in line how to use the weights. Jeanne and I wait in line for our turn. The whole place is brightly lit. I am excited about this way to work out.
I go to my weight-lifting workout every Wednesday at 10 am.
I had a dream about Jeanne that I have not recorded. In my dream, there are a bunch of us near the ocean shore, maybe Virginia Beach. She is on a flat cement roof at the top of a tall building with a male friend. I don’t know if he pushes her, but suddenly she falls deep into the ocean. Maybe fifty feet, maybe more. I am not sure if she makes it back up to the top. I myself fall into the sea, but shallow enough that I can swim back to the shore.