October 18, 2009
I’m on my laptop working at an outdoor desk – possibly a back deck or an outdoor cafe. I’ve received a message saying that Microsoft Access isn’t working on some kind of platform, and someone named Lea is there. My battery is almost dead so I need to run and get my power cord. I run up a driveway, down into my office and pull my power cord out from under my desk… I have to run back to where the laptop is. O is with me… as I exit the house I’m on a driveway that looks like my parent’s house… I run down the driveway and across the street, where there should be the neighbor’s yard, there is a set of bleachers set up and children performing music from a local grade school. I’m holding O’s hand and running across the street, I’m concerned that I left my laptop out where someone could steal it, now that all these people are here.
October 11, 2009
I am sitting in the backyard of a house, at some kind of party, or bar-b-q. I’m talking to SP, a friend from high school, we haven’t seen each other in many years. We get a call, a frantic call… we need to run over to this house on NE 4th street, a woman needs help. We drive there and approach the house, the woman inside is going crazy – possibly having a nervous breakdown? – she is taking care of 8 kids who are not hers. The woman is African-American, she looks frazzled… sitting on the couch feeding a baby while there are several other babies in swing chairs around her. It looks like she is watching Oprah on TV (though from here it almost looks as though Oprah is in her livingroom)
