dreams: July 4, 1999
I'm opening up a small oven kiln. There are pieces of pottery inside, different tones of beige and tan. They look like Charley's pieces, but they're all collapsed, folded into the center. I pull out a quartz crystal too. A woman comes up to me; it's her kiln. She offering to teach me a class so that I can make my own pottery. I'm eager (especially because of the crystal), but I remember that I also have the chance to work with Charley at SOSC. Plus his pieces don't collapse, and he doesn't charge me money.
exploring the rooms of my heartI go sit on a low couch in a living room with someone who looks exactly like Lorien Chambers. I ask her if she has any more Santa Maria. She says no.
Then I follow the pottery woman through a big house. It's very well designed and beautifully decorated: modern and classy with high-class stuff. We go into a room with a high ceiling, rich carpeting, and stylish maroon/cream colors. A man is there (her husband?). He is short, wearing ruby-colored, Asian, wide-legged pants. The woman sits down at a big wooden desk to do the accounting for how much money I will owe her for the pottery lessons. I tell her she has a gorgeous house. (I feel a little envious.) She says, "It's because I'm getting my master's degree." I think about how maybe this person has an ego issue.
Then I'm outside on a walkway that has a roof but open sides. It goes up to a house. I'm leaving. A young woman is arriving. She looks very anxious, speed-walking toward the house. We know each other. She tells me she's late and upset. I stop her. We are standing face-to-face, very close to each other. She has shiny, short, blonde hair, cut in a bob. She is extremely beautiful. She looks a lot like Jessica Fenn and a lot like Raga, both at the same time. I put my hand on her head, with my thumb on her third eye. I tell her to stop and relax. She's whimpering and crying, her eyes closed. I feel calm compassion and healing power. I tell her to tune into the pain she has and to relax there. She does for a moment. Then she suddenly dashes away, saying she's late.
Now I'm in a Swarthmore dorm building. A party is going on. I walk up to a different wing and see that this part has apartments for non-students. I walk in a door and see a very big, classy apartment. A family is sitting at a round table. I see that this is ___'s family (a younger, attractive, male Swattie with pale skin and blonde hair who was dancing drunk at Paces at that one party last semester). The dad asks me if I have an "architecture's pencil." I say no. He's sketching some stuff on gridded paper.
I'm then wandering through a garden at night. It's old and uncared for. I find a rosebush that has beautiful pink roses. They are illuminated b the moonlight. [Interp: the garden is representative of myself, the roses being my true self -- a gift given to me by the Divine in a recent work, kept in my heart.]
I'm in a class. We were supposed to have read some book that I haven't touched. But it seems like everyone else has read it. The professor is going through a list of questions for essays. For each one, he's asking us to vote on whether that's the one we want assigned. I'm rather confused.
no need to stressClass ends. I'm stressed. I don't feel like writing the paper, but I have to get it over with. I wonder how long it has to be. 5 pages? 10 pages? I go over to Sonia's house. Joanna and her twin sister are there. They're selling their clothes (like a yard sale). I see racks of interesting clothing, all in tones of orange, yellow, cream, etc. Some looks vintage ('70s). I want to look through some of the stuff, but I have to write the paper. I tell Joanna and her sister that I'm stressed. They say it's absolutely no big deal; they've both already done it -- a quick 1-page paper. It's a relief to hear that it only has to be one page long.
Then I'm in a cafeteria. Phoebe is there. I'm very hungry. I'm in the bathroom. I'm changing clothes. Skirt obsession. Phoebe is wearing a sarong. I need it. I ask to borrow it. She says no. I get angry. She walks into a long, narrow room. I'm standing at the doorway. I'm calling her names (like "dumb").
I see Eric Wallbank. He's naked. I see his penis hanging there.
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