My dreams are an integral part of each 24 hour cycle. I don't view them in a voyeuristic sense, I see them as direct experience. They are lived, not watched like TV. ~~ Nick Bantock

Saturday, January 14

I had something wrong with me and was having an ob/gyn exam (this is two days after the anniversary of my hysterectomy, so probably not an unusual dream). There were several people around, maybe four or five, and it was embarrassing. I cried from embarrassment and fear. They were going to have to do some kind of biopsy or something, but everyone left, maybe to go to lunch. They left me on a couch of sorts, with a blanket over me, and I kind of huddled there, waiting.

Then a cat came--I thought at first it was Dinah, but it was Pyewacket. She crawled under the covers with me and purred and purred, and comforted me. I got tired of waiting after about an hour, and went home, but I later thought that that was dumb, I should have waited. I was just going to have to go back later.

Friday, January 13

I was what I thought of as a "good time girl" or "paid companion" (i.e., prostitute) at an "outpost." (Maybe on another planet?)

It had sort of an Old West feel. There were soldiers, but it was all sort of low key and friendly. They were doing some kind of exercise, practicing with guns, and there was one guy who was sort of the butt of the jokes, not retarded, but maybe sort of stupid or just inept. He had a gun, but he didn't know how to use it, and the commander/sheriff took it away from him, and the other soldiers were laughing at him.

He ended up coming to me to make him feel better. That seemed to be my role--to make the guys feel better about themselves. It didn't really seem to be about sex, although that was part of it. I sat on his lap and held his head to my breast, kind of looking over his head, my mind somewhere else, thinking that while he wasn't particularly repulsive, it was really the sheriff that I liked.

Sunday, January 8

I was on Mexico on vacation and lost track of the time. It was the day that we were supposed to go home, but I had forgotten, and no one reminded me until it was nearly time for the plane to take off. I couldn't find our tickets, and even if I had, it was going to be too late to catch the plane. I was hoping that there would be a later one that we could get on, but I wasn't sure, and anyway, I couldn't find the tickets anywhere.

Saturday, January 7

I was in a bar with a group of guys that I work with. It came up that there was a new God -- being God was apparently a job just like any other, and the previous God had been a small boy. The new God was a woman, 40ish, with short dark hair, very businesslike. I was interested in seeing the looks on the faces of the men when they found out that God was a woman. They were surprised.