5/21/26. Locked in spaces and visiting Renee and her mother

People are locked into small spaces and then freed. I am locked in a larger apartment. I pound on the window to get out. I do get out and walk in this city. It starts to rain. People around me start to run. But I do not. I enjoy the rain. It soon stops.

I go to visit Renee who is now living with her mother in a small apartment with light colored wallpaper with small blue/turquoise pictures. They have lived there 10 months.

Denise is there also. The mother gives her a ride on her swing which is her easy chair. Denise sits on the mother’s lap. They fly through the air!

The next scene: Renee and her mother’s lving room is empty. Water is dripping from the ceiling. I turn this handle and it stops. This dripping is somehow related to Renee’s mother’s chair.

Last scene: Renee and I sit outside the apartment. across the street is Theodore park. It is green and has some beautiful trees. I think living across from the park is not so bad.

5/17/26 In the Kitchen

I go to this house. I am in a room by myself. I take a shit on the floor. Later this room is the kitchen and Susan Stember is there. She is cooking. I have carrots and say I will cook those. I look for a peeler. There are other people around. A woman is listening to a younger woman’s troubles. The younger woman has a little girl about 2 years old. I have a positive interaction with her.

I hear Paul’s voice. He is at the door. I yell that he is my husband and he is let in. He comes into the kitchen and tells me something about Obama.

5/16/26 Two Short Dreams

  1. I am in a crowded bar. It feels like I own it. A guy comes and hangs a small, young boy under his chin from the ceiling. He stays there a couple of days. I say to a Native American man, “Are we going backwards?” (referencing what is happening with the boy). I start to leave, but then start cleaning the logs on the wall. They are very dirty. It takes me two days. When I am done, the boy is taken down by the man and I leave.

2. Sue, Marsha and I are in the same bed. I straighten the sheets and get into bed. (we are all caregivers in waking life)

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