18 April 2003

I'm jogging along a parkway. It's night and I come upon a house. I think it is where Israel lives, it's a simple one story. I open the door and walk in. There is a hallway, with a few pictures on the wall, an end table here and there, and another door. I open it to find another corridor. After weaving my way through doors and halls, I enter a room where my extended family and Suzie are opening presents and celebrating something. Tracy is on the floor handing presents out.
I stay for a while. It's daytime. The room is flooded with light, and warm. After a while, this man in his mid 30's shows up. He is solemn, wearing grey, looking grey. He is the homeowner, and I begin to notice that it is in fact a mansion. The man asks his daughter to come with him for a moment, and Suzie, Tracy and I accompany the two to a large elevator.
I don't know if we were going up or going down, but this man tells his daughter that he doesn't approve of what she wants to do with her life (something vocational). He wants her to take over the family business, which he took over after his father. I interject and I introduce myself. I can't remember what I said, but it was something along the lines that he needs to look into himself and heal himself so he can be happy with his daughter.

The next dream starts with me emerging from that very same elevator with some short bald guy. We are in a laboratory, in a mansion, and it's day. The bald guy takes me to a scientist. They are working on some sex machine, or experiment, or something. The bald man leaves, and I am left with this young man who is buff, tan, hairless and otherwise attractive. He lays down, and I am supposed to have sex with him, but instead I kiss him on the forehead, massage him and look at him. The other women wouldn't do that, so he becomes enamored with me. While we are hugging and making out, I see my reflection through my hair, and I think how unattractive I am. At that moment, the guy tells me that I am the most beautiful woman he has known. We decide to free all the women now that the bald guy was gone.
Next thing I know I'm in this old house, with a lot of people, mostly women, moving in and out. As I come down the stairs, they split: traditionally, one side for the help, and one side for the owners. I decide to go down the help's side, and I end up sitting out on the stoop. It's night, and I look out over the city. There is a playground next door and kids are playing. A pink truck pulls up and Annie gets out. Even though she's all dolled up, she seems sad. She knows the kids, and they are sad that she's leaving. And then I think that maybe I hadn't done the best thing.