Author: bonniemitsch

I am at a spa type place. I am being pampered; a massage, etc. The last part of my treatment involves having my toes bitten by three spiders. A woman takes the spiders out of a container. They are grey and a bit smaller than a dime. One of the spiders moves away from the others. I corral it back. I do not like having the spiders bite my toes. One foot gets done. The woman leaves. I go and find her. I ask her if the other foot/toes have to be bitten. She says yes. I go back and lay down.

Daynotes: First day back in Walker. Beautiful weather. I am happy to be back.

I want to get pregnant. I am not in a relationship. There is a young man about 30 years old, who lives across the street from me. He agrees to be the father. Other neighbors have a prejudice against the man. I yell at them.

I walk over to the man’s house. I start to cry because I realize I also want a relationship as well as a baby. I am then sitting in the living room on the floor with my brother, Dan, my sister, Chris, and the young man. The man asks when I ovulate. I feel embarrassed and change the subject. I don’t want my brother and sister to know that the man will be impregnating me.

Scene where I see two prostitutes. One of them gives birth and leaves the baby. I wrap the baby up in some material. I walk to the young man’s house. When I am walking through the neighborhood a large German Shepard barks and comes towards me. I keep saying No! to the dog. The male owner comes out and asks for my name, my phone number and where I am going. I am on Baker Road (road close to where I grew up). I do not tell him anything.

I walk to the young man’s house. He is fixing something for a man. I wait. Chris comes. We go to another room. I show her the baby. It does not look like a baby. It looks like a transparent fish. It is having trouble breathing. I tear open the wrappings. I don’t know how to take care of it; what to feed it, etc.

Day Notes: Flying to Seattle today to visit Kevin and his family. Also, we will then fly back to Minnesota for six months. Paul and I are not sure what Antonia will be like. The previous year she was not in a good place and we did not feel welcomed.

An Afro-American artist creates ten paintings. He is then not allowed to create any more by the Mayor of the city. Then he can convert one of his colored pictures to black and white. Then, he can convert the other nine to black and white. Lastly, he can create more colored paintings, but they have to be a smaller size. (I am not sure what the paintings look like). The artist is very patient.