Dream Journal
I sat on the floor in my mother’s room against the right-hand side of the bed. She and my brother Damon sat propped up by pillows on the bed reading. She asked me if I had any push pins, and I handed her some bright blue ones. The head of the pins were plastic and larger than the metal push pins. I asked her why she needed them, and she said she needed them to mark the funny parts in her book so that she doesn’t forget them.
I picked up a Dave Barry book she had read previously and flipped through it. It was filled with those bright blue push pins punched through nearly every phrase on every page. No one could even read the book any more, there were so many push pins.
Themes: Mom