Dream Journal
I walked into a large restaurant. I was all dressed up, but the tables were nothing near fancy. They were long wooden ones with the fold-up legs, and the room looked like the basement of my church in Homer.
I wove a path between tables to find an empty one. I sat down, pulled out a pad of paper, and leaned over to write. A new coworker, Vicki, sat down on my right without asking if the seat was taken. I ignored her in hopes she would go away - I wanted to be alone. But she sat in silence.
On my left I was aware of some sort of projector screen on the wall behind me. There was going to be a presentation, but it had not yet started.
I noticed that my father was sitting a few tables behind me and to my right, but my mother was not in the room. He was talking with some people and being his boisterous self. I hoped he wouldn’t spot me and come say hi.
A waiter served her appetizers. On her plate was a pile of cherries and some chicken strips. She offered me a cherry, but I shook my head no.
I saw my grandparents walk around some tables and sit down beside my father. I kept looking over my shoulder at their table, hoping they were still engaged with the people at their table. And I desperately wanted Vicki to move.
Themes: Dad