Mamarati

I dreamt about the house. I have dreamt about this house before… it’s a chronological dream, I think. This house is on a hill, not at the top of a big hill or something, but just on a sort of slope with other houses in a neighborhood. It’s small and old. Seems like last time I had the dream I was newly on my own with a baby. Had to have been Jacob. I went to work at a child care center that was like, the utopia of all child care centers. Anyway, this time, when I went back to the house, it was as if I had abruptly left the house from the previous time I was there, and everything had been left just the way it was when I left. More about this later, but little details- fridge full of turkeys, lots of irons, packages and mail out in the mailbox, tons of cartons of michelob light in little yogurt containers, a hilton finder laptop, remnants of having gone to new york on a business trip, khaki pants like the ones I just saw in my closet yesterday, diaper bags, like 15 of them, and baby blankets which were all beloved and familiar, hanging on some sort of drying rack, baby toys everywhere, two animals who must have been pets that were excited to see me and kept running through the house, kahlo was there with me sorting all this out. One of the turkeys was still in the oven and wasn’t eaten or rotten, even though it had to have been like 6 or 7 years since I’d been to this house.

There was a dream that was connected or that was before this house dream, and it had the other Darrin in it, the one from the furniture store that I went out with. There was something about a baby in that dream, too. And I was swinging and I was aware that the swing I was on had never gone so high or been so smooth or taken so little effort to move. It was pretty pleasant, that part of the dream. The other Darrin and I were fighting in the dream, though and that wasn’t pleasant.

Strange.