August 15-16
August 15 1:
I’m a man, going to a job. I live in a dorm type place in a city. The bathroom is somewhat public, have to walk through it to get to the private area.
I’m walking through the city on my way to work, need to catch a bus. This is the bad part of the city… there’s a bobcat attacking people. The police are trying to contain the situation, I watch an intersection where the policeman is fending off the bobcat with a large mirror – when the bobcat sees it’s own reflection it turns and runs. There is another cat on the roof of a building. The cop runs down the street away from us, chasing down another cat, and one from behind us is charging. There are some children near me, I push one out of the way and turn to put my arm up, the bobcat bites down on my right hand… I can feel the teeth penetrate, sinking into the meat of my palm just below my thumb. I’m yelling at a bus, trying to shake the cat off of my hand… if I can get in the bus we can get rid of the cat, but the bus won’t stop for me. The cat is pulling on my arm hard, pulling my shoulder out… shooting pain radiates from my shoulder down my back. I finally shake the cat loose, shoving it away from me with my feet and I run out to the street where a pink bus is driving by. I climb on and take the bus to another part of town… I have friends who live in a loft, they are artists, they give me some pills for the pain.
4-15- 2
O has invited a lot of friends over from dance class. I wasn’t expecting anyone to come over, but they all thought we were having a party. I’m surprised to see a lot of people wandering around my house, I’m embarassed that I don’t have enough food prepared for them to eat, I only made enough lunch for O. They don’t seem to mind, they are sharing some plain noodles and digging through the kitchen to find what else is available. I haven’t even showered yet today, and I’m trying to make sure everything is settled for the kids while at the same time I just want to escape and clean up. One of the older students (taller than me) stops to talk to me, thanking me for having everyone over and reassuring me that it is entirely OK that I didn’t have everything set up beforehand.
aug 16
There is been some kind of disaster – not sure if it is natural or the result of war. There are camps around, people are bussed to them (internment camps? I wonder if there are buses, why aren’t people trying to find a better place to be?) I’m exiting a bus, looking around… there are chainlink fences, people behind them are huddled around a series of small campfires. Unclothed, they sit in semi-circles around the flames with heavy army blankets draped over their shoulders. A woman looks up at me from one of the fires, she looks gaunt. Someone near me sounds like they are looking over a Motel 6… “well, it’s perhaps not the best accomodations I’ve ever seen, but it’ll do in a pinch”
