Unsettling dream last night…
I was driving with Maria and her putative husband up an enormously steep hill on our way to their house. Maria’s husband was not Chris but this jolly bisexual politico, kind of like Susie’s Jon.
When we finally got to it, the house was very odd – it had an enormous front room that was open to the air and this was the room Maria’s husband and his band practiced their music in.
The rest of the house was a hospital. Maria was the administrator. Physically Maria looked just like Erica, blonde, blue-eyed. Something happened to Maria and I had to intubate her or she was going to die. There was no time to give her any medication so I kept telling her, “Maria, I know this feels fucking weird but if you don’t let me do this, you’re gonna die!” But she kept fighting me and fighting me…
I’ve gotten out of the habit of remembering my dreams. This is the first one I’ve remembered for a really loooong time. I suppose because I’m writing about her.
I was driving with Maria and her putative husband up an enormously steep hill on our way to their house. Maria’s husband was not Chris but this jolly bisexual politico, kind of like Susie’s Jon.
When we finally got to it, the house was very odd – it had an enormous front room that was open to the air and this was the room Maria’s husband and his band practiced their music in.
The rest of the house was a hospital. Maria was the administrator. Physically Maria looked just like Erica, blonde, blue-eyed. Something happened to Maria and I had to intubate her or she was going to die. There was no time to give her any medication so I kept telling her, “Maria, I know this feels fucking weird but if you don’t let me do this, you’re gonna die!” But she kept fighting me and fighting me…
I’ve gotten out of the habit of remembering my dreams. This is the first one I’ve remembered for a really loooong time. I suppose because I’m writing about her.
new word for me!
Date: 2009-02-04 10:39 pm (UTC)Re: new word for me!
Date: 2009-02-04 10:57 pm (UTC)