I had a dream about an ongoing dilemma that I've been having (the second of 2 I've had in the past few days... the first was the nightmare I had before), and it was kind of nice. Even though I know it was purely mental, it was realistic enough for it to tie up some emotional loose ends.
Right after that dream I had a dream about houses; that the house we live in now is a mistake and we have to go to this other house on Morris, but somehow it turned into really wealthy suburbs. The house we had to live in was medium sized, made of dark wood, and looked shabbier compared to the two luxury homes on either side of it.
The inside is carpeted with an ugly yellow green and the walls are styled with 1970's kind of fake wood.
It's real gaudy and shitty basically.
But it turns out that's where Justin's aunt and uncle used to live, and then there's a flashback of his funeral and puerto rican people everywhere and a tiny music box shaped like a piano that Veronica turns and plays a Postal Service song.
And when we're moving all of our stuff inside, we're not in the suburbs anymore; the house is a part of an apartment complex thing. On the walls is are silkscreened pictures of Jesus and different Saints, and up the staircase is art by one of Justin's little cousins (and it was actually very good collage stuff). In the room that once had Justin's funeral is the music box and I start freaking out. Veronica (did I mention that's his mom?) appears out of nowhere and I keep asking her,
"Do you remember this? Do you remember this?"
And so I wind it up and it plays the same chorus over and over again until I wake up.
And I was very confused because I honestly thought I had moved out and didn't live here anymore.
12 days until it's been 6 years.
Jeepers.
Got someone to cover my shift tomorrow! Tim Durning's show at Chapterhouse and then seance at Jon Laing's to call the 4 corners.
Hellooooo manon.
I BIND YOU NANCY
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