Many times woken up during dream into real world of bed and blankets but also went back to dreaming. Brookie was in this dream. Said April was going to be a “fuckfest”.
Here are randoms:
Man in Cadillac, $5 in the backseat, dating or just friends with an African American woman who one day I noticed was pregnant,
See, I can’t 100% distinguish between B and this Af Am woman who reminded me of Tamyra Walker from high school.
Yet, I was faced with a decision of who I was going to live with after college. Af Am woman, we had been casually dating for awhile and then one day I see her across the street and she is definitely pregnant. She said that her stepfather did it to her, a month ago.
Time doesn’t add up of course.
After school ends, she is going to Nevada to live. I give her the impression I might come with her because I feel sorry for her. In my dream I tell this story to my guy friends, but I don’t include the detail that it was her stepfather.
I am supposed to be going somewhere in a car, two cars—with friends: Thom K, Ray, Ben W, Ryan D, ? We are down on Hi Pointe Place deciding who will go in what car and I have to go to the bathroom and walk back up to my apartment.
As I’m walking back up to it I hear loud music, Pink Floyd’s “Division Bell,” and it’s coming from my apartment, and the door to my apartment is open.
When I go in Brook is in there lying down, acting asleep, and I “wake her up”. She laughs and I decide I don’t want to go anywhere. But I have to tell the guys downstairs.
I wake up and still feel responsibility to tell them I won’t be coming. How do I tell them now?
I believe this was the latter part of my dream. There was much more. More with B and more in some building that I have a feeling I don’t want to remember.
[03.04.2002]
The Writing of John B. Randall 