(Wednesday, November 5, 2025)
The dream begins in my childhood bedroom, painted hot pink as it was back in hippie-time. But I am my current age. To entertain a few children in the room, I climb up a tall, white steel pole, up to the top, which is curved. Then I slide down. I am feeling depressed because it has been my intention (my resolution) to repaint the room and it is my belief that I have not begun. Until I notice there are multiple, curved patches of spackle already sealing cracks on the drywall: I have started the project!
The scene switches to a very large room with water spraying me from the ceiling. A shower. When I finish, I look for hooks for my breasts, strange metal bras. My breasts look young, from a teen or a twenty-something female. Michelle J. helps me dig around on some shelving to try to find two hooks that match, but all of them are slightly different. One is shorter than the other. Lots of small, odd pieces of tools are all over the shelves. This feels like a handyman storage-room.
Day notes:
My 2024 resolution was to paint my house, and I did. I painted six rooms. My 2025 resolution is to write, but it has been a stressful time and I am behind my intention. Michelle J. reminds me of writing, because she has published several books, as has my friend Suchi, both of whom I worked with at my final design job. Sadly, I have to repeat my writing resolution for 2026. Writing is a return to the devoted hours I spent in my childhood bedroom, filling notebook after notebook.
Not sure about metal hooks on healthy breasts. The heart? Shower is cleansing, of course.
The pole reminds me of the old-fashioned poles that firemen would slide down to get to their firetrucks.