i constantly have dreams of my "home". and homes are of course, representations of the self in the non waking world. this time, my home was (once again) exactly like my current home (because i'm not only a narcissist but I apparently have no imagination), only this time my neighbors were different. the building was undergoing changes: a latino family was being kicked out thanks to gentrification; all of the other apartments were being expanded, etc. the landlord was moving to some development off the coast of malibu (it reminded me of those islands they built in dubai - the palms).
I took it all in, and then left.
as i was walking through the neighborhood, i came upon a set of stairs. i felt compelled to climb them. about 3/4 of the way up, i was struggling. using the railing i pulled myself up the final few steps and found myself in front of a hospital.
i knew instantly that i was meeting someone there.
before i could get inside i encountered one of the big bosses at my job having a very public argument with her husband. it was almost as if this was THEIR hospital - they were standing on opposite ends of the main entrance, yelling across to each other. even though they were clearly in everyone's way and making a spectacle of themselves, they still stared down all who came near with their expectation that we all submit to living around them. ok, whatever, i went around.
and found myself inside the building... which suddenly looked like a hotel instead. i found my grandmother, apparently in charge of the place. my mother and aunt rushed in, asking my grandmother for a place to hide us all. i have no idea what we're hiding from, but i assume i'm part of the problem. g-ma finds us a room and tells us to wait out the night. no problem, we all fall into a half sleep and rest until just before sun-up.
at this point my mom (who by the way, is completely bald), asks me to get the car.
i wake up as i'm walking out of the building looking for the cops.
