Dream

Weird one last night. Cha and I were on another trip like the one we took to Honduras (visiting relief sites), but this time we were in Africa. Somehow we were separated and I was on a yellow school bus sitting with her best friend who is gay and who now lives in the Pacific Northwest. I asked him how his boyfriend was doing and he said they'd broken up, to which I replied "I thought you'd said he was The One!?" "Well, he was," came the reply, "until I discovered he'd been in jail."

Then the conversation shifted and he told me "Cha wants a baby." My reply was "Well, she knows how I feel, and I thought she felt the same way--we have an agreement, a condition to our engagement..."

"That you'd divorce if she changed her mind and wanted children so that she could re-marry."

"Yes."

"That's not an agreement, that's bullying."

Then I was climbing a long sandy path to the place we were supposed to stay. Unaccountably, it was an elegant but run-down old brownstone in a shanty town. I was told to find an empty room and just take it, but all the rooms had occupants, all the furniture was occupied except for a couch in the entranceway. Then I woke up and felt ill.

Ah, the not-so-subtle "Hills Like White Elephants" symbolism here!

I highly recommend you read the McDonald's reminiscence posted here--more proof that Faulty Landscape should have his own 'blog.