Something about writing on a calendar (write 15 minutes a day) Some practice. The scene changes. I go out with a group of people, guys and girls. We go drinking. We are all drunk. We go back to Shady oak. We pass a cop car. I am worried we will get caught and at the same time know we will. We all go inside. It’s been about 15 minutes. no cop. I look outside and see the driver’s car being picked up by a tow truck. It is not on the driveway, but on the left side of the house. The cop is there and he has arrested the driver who is Native American (he is outside) I presume the cop will come to the door. We will probably not get into too much trouble because we weren’t driving. I feel sorry for the driver.
5/4/13 Seeds Down the Drain at Shady Oak
The setting is down the basement at Shady Oak. Jan McQuiston (Paraprofessional from school I worked at) is doing a group with my daughter Kelsi and other young people (10-12 yrs old). They sit in a circle. It is based on an adult group I have lead.
I am upstairs and I hear Kelsi cry. I run down there and Jan is there. She pooh poohs it and says of course there is crying! I see kids with these seeds like popcorn, etc. (separate piles). Some of them are putting them down a drain. They are all sitting on the floor. I worry they will need them after. I then become a boy with a white top on and carefully put one seed down the drain at a time.
I then become me again and go upstairs. There are a couple of men and a woman walking around. They are looking for my parents. They say they are from the same church. One recognizes me from when I was a child and says, “I have never worked in this town so he didn’t know it was me at first.” I say something about the group in the basement. That it might freak people out. It could look like “witchcraft” to them.
2/8/13 Going to the Fancy Paint Store with Lots of People as Well as a Deer and a Goat
Dan (brother in waking life) stains a dock with a younger person. He stains it red. He keeps getting the wrong stain. (it keeps coming off)
I go with him to get more stain and I decide to get brown paint for my dock. Dan asks if he can borrow my paint brush. He reminds me he gave or bought it for me a few years ago. I tell him I have it, but left it at home.
I go into the store. It is more like a “Galleria” type store: fancy. Periodically, there is a deer that walks through the store. There is a small goat that stands behind these people at a counter (looks like a hotel counter where you check in). I worry they will step back onto it.
It is crowded in the store. I talk to images-1a saleswoman about the paint. She goes away. There are others waiting to get waited on. She comes back and has the brown paint, but needs to do something else with it. (and goes away again.)
Feeling: Happy, a bit afraid for the goat and a bit nervous with all the people in the store, but glad I got waited on right away.