Entry 81

Written at 9:45am, 07 May 2020, Thursday:

First dream had me looking at some picture, a polaroid maybe. I don’t remember what’s in the picture or what it’s about, but I vaguely remember the frame or the white border like a polaroid. Someone asks me, “What’s holding it up?” And I answer, “Fascia.” I don’t know why I said that; I’m not even sure I know what fascia is. Or I think it’s like the thin strings of fat or cartilage in meat or muscle. I guess I had a picture of a piece of meat in my mind, but in the dream I wondered if I even understood the question right.

Then I’m in some hotel room. There’s another person and we’re trying to figure something out. From the window we see a young woman with short, white hair pass by. I try to remember something, then finally confirm with the other person in the room that the woman we saw goes to the same high school as me.