july 11, 2012
the dream(s): we’re driving in a car, not ours, up a narrow mountain pass. the road is frightening. she’s let me know that she’s not happy i decided to go this way. there’s nothing i can do, we’re already moving. the hotel we stop at is fancy. we have to find our room and it means climbing higher and higher through the place. we start to travel through someone’s room and it doesn’t feel right. we shouldn’t be there so we leave. we stop at the spa to ask directions, but the staff doesn’t help us. they turn to everyone else. they think we’re lesser people because we’re dressed for camping. i think there’s an offer of drinks but i ignore it. her niece shows me a magazine and folds the pages. they fold in like the back of a mad magazine, bringing two women in swimsuits together to show them sitting on exercise machines. she says ‘see. they’re american.’ i’m outside and looking at our enormous tomato tree. it towers and drapes like a weeping willow. but only a portion of the tree has fruit. the fruit is hanging low and heavy but it doesn’t seem like it’s ready yet. one of them looks like an upside-down muffin with it’s flesh speckled like an apple. it feels enormously heavy in my hand. i notice the others hanging and think she did a good job keeping that part of the tree fed and watered. there’s something else lingering from the dream but i can’t grab it…
