Sunday, April 2, 2000

Last night I dreamt about a couple of Christine's friends.  One was in a bed with the sheets pulled over her head.  Christine was packing her bags and another woman came into the room to say goodbye to us.  There were a bunch of us in this tiny room with two beds and two doors.  This particular woman was standing next to a rear door, by herself.  She was a very earthy woman who remained in the shadows of the room near Christine.  She was staying an extra day and we were leaving this day. 

Christine's friend was in the bed and and a little boy was playing with her.  [I somehow felt this little boy was her nephew, whom she was very close to].  This little boy was trying to get her out of what appeared to be a deep depression. 

The woman who had come to say goodbye was on her way to a nursery around the corner.  Somehow, in the dream, I felt she was very interested in gardening or the earth (I don't know).  She had a backpack over her shoulder and she left.

I went back to my room, which was very large, and picked up the clothes I had sent to the laundry at this resort/hotel.  The clothes were laying on the bed next to the pillow.  As I was putting the clothes together to pack my bags, a man or concierge came by to check the room.  He was a Black gay man with headphones, as if connected to a Walkman over his ears.  He was singing along with the song on his radio.  He was more annoying to me as he went to close the other door of my room.  He seemed to be trying to get my attention and I was ignoring him.  He finally spoke to me [I don't remember what he said] and then he left. 

This was odd for me because Christine and I usually always shared a room together.  This was the first dream, or experience for that matter, where Christine and I did not share a room.

We were all apparently waiting for a transport, bus or cab to pick us up and somehow I discovered it would be some time before it would come.  I decided to go down to the main area and say goodbye, perhaps, to a few folks. 

When I got to the main area, I saw my ex on a ride -- something fast -- shooting towards the lake.  She got splashed and I remember thinking to myself how much she likes adventure -- very typical.

I went back to a seat in a room and was joined by another of Christine's friends.  She looked different and very good.  She had blonde hair, well kept and she looked very chic.  We started talking, generally, and we started to discuss the conference with another woman.  I stated, since all of these women were from Los Angeles, we really should do something like this in LA and take it to different venues.  Not just do this once a year, the women agreed.

At one point, I noticed I was wearing stockings, high heeled shoes, and my hair was different (kind of like how I used to wear my hair).  I turned again to Christine's friend and we started to talk some.  She seemed very upbeat while we talked about neutral things.  But, when I turned the conversation to her relationship with her girlfriend, she became nervous.  I asked her just what her relationship was with this woman?  She told me she hangs out too much and she bucks around too much.  "Buck" was a curious word for her to use and I didn't understand it.  She then started to rearrange the furniture in the room and showed me some of her blonde hair pieces. 

I asked her another question about her girlfriend:  what were her feelings about her?  She never answered.  She just became more nervous.  I told her the woman was up in the room with Christine, in bed, and she never responded.  I could tell she did not want to talk about her and that she was obviously very upset with her.

My feelings about the dream.  Something is wrong.  My first thought was that I hope nothing was wrong with this woman or her girlfriend.  I awoke hoping she was not dead, or dying.  Next, why was everyone in the room with Christine while she packed?  That was wierd.  Why was her friend in the bed next to Christine's with the sheets over her head and who was the little boy?  I gotta call Christine and tell her this one.