Dream Journal
I went into the basement of the local building supply store (the SBS store in Homer) with a friend to buy some molding materials. She was a new friend of mine. We waited in line at the front counter to speak with the two older male employees about the supplies, then my mother showed up. She went into the back of the store with my friend.
When I got to the front of the line, the two employees reminisced about the help I gave the store when I was in high school. They kept mentioning how they loved the one aisle I decorated with pink and purple streamers.
While they raved about how great I am, I could see my mom and friend piling boxes onto a dolly full of stuff I had come to buy. I knew that my mom is doing all of my stuff without me, but I pretended to not notice in hopes that she will let me know what is going on. She wheeled the dolly right past me and to the checkout line.
I turned around, looked through mom’s tall pile, and asked her why she had all this stuff. She told me it was for my project. She didn’t look concerned that I was upset about not being informed.
I ran off through the store crying huge, heaping sobs and Damon ran after me. I chose a complicated and winding path through the store to lose him and then ran out the back emergency exit into the ally. It was nighttime.
Damon had anticipated I would go this way, but because of my evasive maneuvers he was ahead of me. I hid in a dark corner to cry. He finally saw me behind him and ran up to me.
Themes: Left Behind