Entry 82

Written at 11:25am, 08 May 2020, Friday:

By the side of a road standing outside of a “chapa,” a minivan turned public transport in Mozambique. We’re outside waiting, I guess, for the cops. The driver had caught someone stealing, or someone stole something from him, but the doesn’t know who, so now we’re all just waiting also for someone to confess. Across the street I see a restaurant or bakery and wonder if I can go, if I’m allowed to just buy something and come back. Now that I look around, it seemed like there are no other passengers from the chapa except me. Odd since usually these chapas are always full.

Woke up, listened to a podcast, then fell back asleep. . .

Next dream I’m looking at some meats, cubes and ribs of meats sealed in plastic, moisture-locked, air-locked. Then I’m lying down under an oven, placing the meats inside to cook. Then there’s a woman standing above me. I recognize her as my new flatmate from Africa. I stand up, introduce myself. Her name is “Tembe.” She seemed to recognize me as I her, though we’ve never met before, it’s like as if she’s a friend of a friend, or a friend of my current flatmates. The flat, I guess, is the one in Germany and I’ve come back after a long absence. She said she was supposed to have sent me a letter or email, and I think to myself that I did get that email but forgot.

The next scene, I’m standing over the kitchen counter. There’s a small gathering, a party. I’m saying something across the counter to Tembe. On the counter there are a couple of big black binders, the ones with large D-rings. I fold them up and put them away. They were empty, I think, though I also think I was reading something in them. Then Tembe was next to me, to my left, telling me something. I’ve forgotten what she said now, but I remember intently listening, trying to understand. Then I try to explain to her I’m not a dirty flatmate, but just messy, “like see, I just cleaned this,” and there’s a bunch of papers laid out in front of me on the counter. I go ahead and clean up the counter again. . . Felt refreshed after the dream. Tembe seemed solid, reliable, straightforward.