A day of eating too richly, after good work and good talk with Gerhard – there was that breakfast, for one, then a trattoria at lunch, then an Asian fusion restaurant in the evening, one that put chilis in practically everything. And tonight two unsettled comic dreams: one where, as a younger man, I am a member of a Baptist church, and being tricked/roped into marriage to an older, otherwise respectable black woman – I manage to insist against the marriage at the last minute, and on my identity as a gay man, complete with noble defensive speech followed by physical escape. The other dream a tangled one of teachers and students scattered at night through a large, closed department store, and some windfall of money and mail that is initially supposed to be distributed, fairy-like (don’t laugh) to the benefit of all; but it all goes slightly wrong, things are filched and misused, students take advantage of the covert friendships.
Both border dreams, both nonsense of course: but both rather unsettling… the peculiarities of sleeping in strange (solitary) beds….
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