Dream Journal
I decided to go to the old spot our high school group used to hang out at (but only in the dream). I walked into the coffee shop and see three individuals of our old group sitting in our old corner. I stand in front of them all. I lean down on my right and give Loren a big hug - he is very happy to see me but doesn’t stand up.
Izzy is sitting in the middle of the three and he asks me some questions about work. He asks me where I have worked the longest in the time since we have seen each other. I tell him that I have been at my current job for just over two years. He is impressed.
Pam is sitting on my right, Izzy’s left, and at this she gets up from the group and leaves; she is obviously upset that it has been more than two years since we have spoken and she doesn’t know anything about my life.
She makes her way to a plush chair in another corner. I sit in the chair with her - there is a lot of room. It is as if we are very small children sitting in an adult recliner. I am on her right; our shoulders are touching. She won’t look at me. I tell her I am sorry.
She turns toward me and I proceed to tell her how angry I was at her. I tell her how I feel it is her fault we fell out of communication because she never replied to my emails, never offered me another form of communication, and never made any attempt on her own to contact me. She feels awful.
She then tells me about her college experience. She mentions that if you cannot bring any of your own fabric, there is an area where they stockpile all kinds of fabric. She learned how to make clothing and was able to teach her mom over the phone.
We are sitting at a pick nick table in a park and she wants to show me something she learned while making clothes. She takes two long pieces of thread from her pocket and proceeds to tie tiny knots in them. She then wraps each knot in a small paper cube. The knots are approximately a centimeter apart.
Since I can tell her project will take a while, I wander around the park waiting for her to finish. Periodically I will wander back by the pick nick table to check on her progress; she is always engrossed in her knotted threads.
Themes: Pam & Tina