january 16, 2013
i’m on an alaskan adventure with M. we are traversing what looks like a tundra with low vegetation. it’s cold but it’s amazingly beautiful. M asks me if i’m going to take pictures but i don’t feel like it. i want to take in the sights and experience them. now i’m following someone i just met. i don’t know who he is or where we’re going but he takes me through snow drifts and along difficult trails. the ground is covered with snow and ice but i’m walking in sandals. my feet don’t feel cold. i feel confident. we make it up a final hill through someone’s property and turn to his house. we go inside.
i’m introduced to his mother and father. it feels like we’re in a virginian home, very blue-collar. i’m told that i can change out of my wet clothes. i guess i have fresh digs in my backpack. the new friend and his parents leave the room and go off somewhere. i’m left in a front entryway with an armchair. i take of my shirt and as i do so someone new walks in the front door. i’m startled and so is she. she hides her face and scurries past, brushing off my apologies. she seems to know i was going to be there and i get the feeling she feels some shame at seeing me bare-chested.
after i put on a new shirt i notice that in the living room there are racks of greeting cards. it takes me a few minutes to realize that the cards are all very familiar to me. a woman comes out from an adjacent room. i think it’s the mother but i’m not sure. i’m excited to tell her that i know these cards and that it’s so odd and coincidental that they have them in their house. she seems to feign interest and rushes out like she’s on her way to a meeting.
i wake up.
