Dream

My essays have dried up, temporarily. They are lurking in my back-brain, wordless and busy-leave-us-alone-would-you? So I try to squeeze out what is left in the open tube, trying to make it last until the move, so I won't have to move more stuff. This month may be about making do with what I have not yet packed, and knowing I will find it again in the new place as the boxes are opened.
I point you toward
Chaos
And
Toys


I dreamed I was in the OR. Only it was all of wood, ancient place, smoothed and gleaming wood. I walked around to find supplies, and realized, though I had worked there before, that there was a nearby door to the outside, and it was a green and warm spring day. The air smelled fresh and sweet, and I promised myself I would go out the next chance I got.

I returned to the OR, and the case had finished. I thought it would be about 10 AM, but it was actually 4PM, and nothing else to follow, so I could take a break, or go home. I was delighted that the day had gone so quickly.

An old friend, W, picked me up, to drive me somewhere. I didn't know where, but I trusted him, and enjoyed talking with him as we drove. He picked up his wife, who began to ask questions about what I was doing these days. I said I was being sent to Europe with the Army Guard. She told me I would need a few large trunks to move all my stuff. I told her no, I would only be bringing two duffle bags. Then realized, they would also have to issue me all new gear, since I had turned all the old stuff in years ago. She asked me if I would go as an officer, and I said, no, then they could get me again and never let me go. I would go as an enlisted.

I awoke, convinced I would have to go to war, but only really concerned about the logistics. And feeling sad I had lost contact with W. And that having a door in the OR that lead directly outside was hardly good architecture. And that a large black cat was asleep on my foot.