Dream


I walk to the bath but it's 8 square feet. One end is lined with children. Adults stand around, on the side. I walk straight past.

The old, woolly dog is about. Its eyes so far inside the fur they are grave furrows. I pass.

I eat in a cafe with another person who is leaving like me, and two or three new arrivals. I stoop to the floor and nearly pick up a slab of green chocolate to eat.

In a room. Carrie is speaking with Lynn. I have to tell her to stop. She throws things at me - rolls? - although she knows I'm eating.

Then my dad asks for a word. S. walks in a slightly too short nightdress.