I open the front door to my childhood home after hearing a knock. Lou Reed stands there looking healthy, young and smiling widely.
My husband and I are on a date in Dublin. We take the bus down to the "alphabet city" version of Dublin, looking for a specific restaurant. It's dusk and the sun squeezes through purple storm clouds. I notice a wetness on the cobblestones as though it's been raining. At some point we get lost and lose one and other. My bike appears. It's a folding Dutch bike and I carry it instead of ride it. It's light in my hand. I begin to run, looking for my husband, but not fearful that I won't find him. It's a playful run and I'm enjoying being lost in this city. I walk into a bike shop and am surprised something so new exists in a building so old. A man in the bike shop tells me to call my therapist, so I do without hesitation. She tells me to come meet her and her husband at the other side of town. I walk me and my bike several blocks away, thinking that my husband will find me, knowing that he'll know where I am. I walk up the stairs to my therapist's house. When she opens her door I see that she's Donna Reed. I'm slightly star struck. Her house is filled with porcelain knick knacks. I shake her much older husband's hand by the warmth of their fireplace.
The alarm wakes me up and I'm disappointed to have been taken from this dream.
There's a verdant courtyard behind my house with rolling hills and an old maple tree. It's spring and the flowers are in full bloom. There are 4 or 5 strangers skipping around me like forest nymphs. My husband approaches me from behind and begins to fuck me. I enjoy it and wonder if the other nymphs will do the same to me. I run across the courtyard and will myself to fly. I go up a bit and fall down. I go up further and stay there flying for the first time in my dreams.
I have a dilapidated ship and so does everyone I know. We are all floating on the Willamette, preparing for a massive group of foreign exchange students to arrive to stay with us on our barges. The sky is dark with occasional bursts of sun shooting though the clouds like a religious painting. I see a line up of foreign exchange students approaching the ships. They are wearing backpacks and clothes from everywhere. Some are obviously Russian, Mongolian, Chinese, Brazilian. Other's origins are hard to decipher. I talk with one of my co-workers who lives on the boat next to me. We both have toddlers and she is trying to feed hers. My toddler isn't on the ship. Her ship is a mess. So is mine. Then someone, maybe one of the exchange students yells. Look at that wave! We all look. We all see it roiling towards us at rapid speed. I try to grab a few things and escape. I grab a few pairs of pants, a bag, peanuts. Then I realize this grabbing is futile. The wave spills over me, it's heaviness pushes me under, but soon it recedes as quickly as it came. I'm left unscathed. The exchange students stumble around, soggily looking for their new floating homes.
