running dreams 



last night i dreamed about leigh ann white. i think i've not seen leigh ann white since i was in seventh grade (nor thought about her in ages) which would be twenty-three years ago or so, i guess. it wasn't the twelve-year-old leigh ann, either, but what she would look like if she hadn't grown up to be a lot lizard, which she probably did. also she was transposed from osceola to el dorado, as if i'd gone to high school together.

we were talking about old times in school, and walking through el dorado which looked pretty much like brookside. bonnie was shopping in an antique or thrift store, when i saw my father running up 63rd street/spring street. he was carrying a huge sisal mat, almost a runner, and had a sweat-band on his head with a blue stripe, and the same kind of armbands. the mat grew too heavy for him, and he had to drop it on the ground. it was covered in mud, but i lknew it was important to him, so i picked it up and carried it after him.

at some point he put a white towel over his face so i couldn't see him any longer.

i almost never remember my dreams. 

Posted: Sat - October 9, 2004 at 08:10 AM             |

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