8/7/06

That was an interesting, if confusing, dream.

I dreamed I was visiting my brother in the United Kingdom.  For some reason, now unclear but made total sense in the dream.  I was visiting him in Glasgow (or was it another famous northern city?) and got on the train to London with his backpack, not mine.  I ended up wandering around in London, half familiar yet totally unknown, trying to find someone I knew, and then trying to figure out how to get back north to get my backpack, my money, and my cellphone.  (???)

I had his, you see.  His cell.  Details are slipping away as I write.  It all made the kind of sense dreams do when you’re in them.  I was relying on the kindness of strangers (much as I do in real life) and trying to get back to where I had come from.

I was there to tour the countries?  With? For how long?  I met and talked with several of my favs here (all Americans, Canadians, and Australians?)  I don’t know if I know anyone in the UK.

I had to get up to make a trip to the loo…I mean to take a leak, and my god it was such an intense dream!  But the task of typing, of getting online (easy with cable) is washing away the dream, so only the sense of being lost and having help from strange stangers is left.

I’ve only been asleep for a little less than three hours- maybe if I finish this and go bck to sleep, I can get back to where I was and make some sense of it.

Well shit. Now that I think of it, are England and Scotland even connected?  Does a train run between them?  Are people really kind to lost and confused Americans any more?  What was he doing there- my brother? 

I don’t know where he is.  I wrote to him in June, after I broke my foot, and haven’t heard a word from him.  I dunno if the address he gave me is any good.  Last I talked to him was in January- he had just sent in the paperwork to claim his share of dad’s money that California was/is holding for him, and he said at the time that he would share it with me, that he owes me $ for helping him in the past; after I broke my foot and was out of work for a bit, I wrote him and said it’d be a good time to get that $

Needless to say, I haven’t heard from him.  I’ve been praying that I would, money or no money.

Hmm. I see lots of editing to do- I am not a good typist.  The dream is gone, leaving just confusion.  It’s all receeding- over the horizon and gone with almost no trace.

Bummer dude.