Written 11:30am, 16 June 2020 Tuesday: I’m in a Yace or Chapa (what people call a minivan used for public transportation in Cabo Verde and Mozambique respectively). It gets full of passengers. There’s this CV or Moz woman across me who comments about how my hands are dirty. I’m sure I understand her. I thoughtContinue reading “Entry 98”
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Entry 97
Written 12:45pm Sunday, 14 June 2020: I’m in some motel room putting stuff in my backpack. There’s a train of people walking through; they’re ready to go with their backpacks, but I’m still packing. I’m trying to pack detergent, one box almost empty is for machine washing, another box, still pretty full, is for handContinue reading “Entry 97”
Entry 96
Written 11 June 2020, Thursday 12:47pm: Driving across a bridge, with my parents, I’m on the passenger side next to the driver, my dad. We’re on some kind of road trip, traveling to . . . Nicaragua, came to mind in the dream, but when I tried to think of where we are on aContinue reading “Entry 96”
A letter to This Jungian Life Podcast
In the introduction to this blog, I say that the podcast “This Jungian Life” inspired the chronicling of my dreams. The pod has also been a source of comfort and insight both in the time of corona, and even before the pandemic. However, their episode last week entitled “Riots: When the Collective Catches Fire” isContinue reading “A letter to This Jungian Life Podcast”
Entry 95
Written 9:17am, 06 June 2020, Saturday: I’ve entered a bedroom, dimly lit. There’s the woman from “Altered Carbon,” Quell. She’s wearing this bright purple-white swirl tight shorts and top, and lying o the side of the bed. I lie close to her, kiss her on the neck. She says to me something like, you mayContinue reading “Entry 95”
Entry 94
Written 9:43am, 04 June 2020, Thursday: Was at some supermarket at first, I think. A hazy beginning. Already picked up, or sensed my cart was full when I get a call from my sister-in-law’s sister’s father-in-law. . . In other words, S-‘s father-in-law, whose name I don’t remember, nor do I remember her husband’s. Anyway,Continue reading “Entry 94”
Entry 93
Written 11:05am, 03 June 2020, Wednesday: At a gym locker room looking through, maybe, the perspective of –. The manager of the gym had her locker opened and was telling — that she’s banned from the gym because they found drugs in her locker. She appears indifferent, unmoved. There’s a big ziplock bag full ofContinue reading “Entry 93”
Entry 92
Written at 8:12am, 02 June 2020, Tuesday: I’m at a cafeteria, grabbing a loaf of bread, but it’s not really a loaf, it’s flat like one long slice of bread. It’s cinnamon and raisin and looks so fresh and good, I admire it’s little nooks and moistness. Then Ross and Jennifer Aniston (from the seriesContinue reading “Entry 92”
Entry 91
Written 30 May 2020, 10:30am, Saturday: Driving around we arrive at a sort of ranch house, not fancy but well-lived in. I think there’s a small garden patch outside. I walk up to the house, there’s something I need , looking for a phone maybe, or something connected to my phone, I don’t know. TheContinue reading “Entry 91”
Entry 90
Written 24 May 2020 at 10:02am, Sunday: Walking downhill, down a street. To my right I go into a cabin/motel room. I stash my bag inside. I go back out to keep exploring, walking downhill. At the bottom I see lots of buildings, windows with balconies protruding like bridges to the open air. There wereContinue reading “Entry 90”
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