lastnite: a dream journal

Can you hear her? She's here.

Grandma stopped by for a visit. We exchanged pleasantries, like "How are you?" "Fine, how are you?" She was wearing a lavender shirt and lemon yellow shorts. I only started crying when we both got on the phone and I kept asking Mom, "Can you hear her? She's here."

Kathleen and I went in the petites door on the east side of J.C. Penney's at Towne East. We shopped for clothes briefly, Kat deciding to wear a suit. These old guys were all dancing around us in slow, arthritic motions. As Kat walked by two Arab men, they did the macho head nod thing. As I followed her, I kept chasing after her saying, "I have a suit at home." We then saw two boys fighting, then we pointed out how they were both wearing orange. We asked if there was a pumpkin fad going on, pretending that we didn't know that Halloween was coming. I asked if it was like Pac-Man or Garbage Pail Kids. They just stared at me. Then we saw George W. Bush (Dubya) on the floor. He was in prime form, explaining to us that, although he found our young, nubile bodies attractive, he didn't think of them sexually. Instead, he thought about us "merging," but he also said he "wouldn't say that." We went out and watched a failed attempt to have people chant "from Wichita to across the nation." The security guard spoke too slowly. I then decided to ask for Dubya's autograph. When we got back in the store, he was gone. Kat started looking at jewelry cases filled with Happy Meal toys. Then another Kathleen (redhead, not blonde) got in blonde Kathleen's way. Once "now Kat" and I got in the way of "then Kat" and a bunch of mean glares were exchanged, I mentioned that there's one reason to avoid cloning: more competition for the stuff you want. Kat just said, "well, that was weird."

We then went outside (which was the Peterson playground), and all the Designing Women were throwing punches. Nancy L. picked my pocket when she hugged me, so I playfully slugged her and she gave it back to me. I found Barb and we went through her school notebook: she had a Franklin Spelling Ace, calculator, cd player, etc. Her car stereo handbook had her name (which was Violet in the dream) printed in the text. "Must be nice," I mentioned.