July 13
*I’m in some kind of marathon or race… I’m traveling uphill on a bike. The race is timed in sections, each leg of the race is timed and then the times are added together at the end to see who is the winner. I’ve pulled ahead of S, who is somewhere behind me. I’m riding a bike, going through a narrow path which is marked out on the pavement with chalk lines. It is difficult to stay within the lines, it is so narrow, and the path weaves back and forth sharply… I’m near the finish and I overtake another rider on one of the corners, he has paused because of the sharpness of the turns and I scoot in on the inside of the turn (the turns are so narrow, it’s like those roped off lines you stand in for a ride at an amusement park, it is barely wide enough for one person to ride through and in theory you aren’t supposed to let your bike wheels cross over into the other lane) I get a sense that I’m not wearing any clothing, and while some people are staring at me, I feel like it’s completely logical to be in the race naked.
*I’m running a booth – at a fair or fundraiser or farmer’s market. I see a stack of my bathroom towels on the end of a table. I’m talking to ES on the phone. Somewhere in the conversation the phrase “and now mom is gone” is spoken… I can’t recall if I say it to her, or she says it to me. The realization that we are talking about our mom’s death hits me, and I’m confused. It seems like I just talked to my dad recently and he didn’t say anything about mom dying, yet at the same time I’m not surprised by the news, like I have been expecting it to happen any day now. I’m apologizing to the people who are coming to the booth, I can’t stay and help because I think I need to go home and pack & plan a trip back home – though again, I’m confused that I haven’t received any information about a funeral yet, so I wonder if she could really be dead.
