more bad dreams…

last night….i thought somebody broke into our house. twice. i was dreaming. except our house wasn’t the same olive green rental we had in the richmond hills….this was a white house, with a picket fence towards the front, the sides unadorned and free from any other boundary markers.

in the dream, we came home from visiting with other friends. it was something like the scene from 25th hour – in which Edward Norton sits his family down for a story – and they’re in some Rockwell painting – fashioned in white suits and the lighting is harsh and stark. we came home and i saw the front door was unlocked. the lock was jammed open. we had french magazines strewn on the coffee table. the rest of the house looked like a storm hit it. after uttering my thoughts out loud – a black man in a Mayor Willie Brown suit of beige appeared at our front door. he introduced himself as a housing activist. he also claimed responsibility for breaking into our house. twice. he said he was dismayed at our ikea tastes….apparently his actvism extended to interior decorating, only. so, he left the french publications as a calling card and as a inspiration to make our interior space more than a catalog picture. i was on the verge of rage. mark was remarkably understanding through this freak’s speach. after the housing actvisit finished talking – i screamed at him – i was a housing actvist too- at least i was in college. i didn’t break into other people’s home to make a point. i called the police. they came over, eventually – but we were also in the middle of a house party. the housing activist was still there. the cops ended up chilling with the housing actvist over some beers. i didn’t understand why they didn’t arrest him.

scene changes to the Angels National Forrest. My mom, mark, gau, and me were camping the forrest. i was on the cell phone with david – trying to get him to join us. he said he had to wait for a process to finish at work….it would be too dark for him to find out camp site. so, he agreed to come out early next morning. it was dark now – we had a fire going. we had a problem. we only had mark’s tent and we tried to figure out how to fit four people inside it. then jennifer came to our campsite. she said she and some other friends were in the forrest, camping. she saw we only had one tent. she invited mark over to her tent, since she’s the only one it. he left our campsite. my heart broke.

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