dream, Fri 29/5/09
(I haven't been sleeping well so seem to be dreaming more again.)
A whole bunch of people I know and myself are in a field, playing some weird version of football. My brother is there, and I explain to him why I don't really like spending time with him. I tell him that I was annoyed he didn't visit or call while I was in hospital, and feel that once his wife got what she wanted out of me (as a bridesmaid), she forgot all about me. He explains to me that he didn't want to deal with anything unhappy straight after he got married. I reply to him that he cannot expect to ever be forgiven.
* * *
We're in the Philippines and I go to a house. Outside the house a whole bunch of EMSians are crying because ES's mother is dying and apparently she is well-loved by the EMS community. MD stops me and asks me why I am here. I tell him a friend of mine is dying - s/he won't yet die and this person has yet to find out, but they are dying. For some reason I know before them.
I am walking along the dirt/gravel road and SB and SM are there, in school uniform. I go up to SB and say, don't you recognise me? He does, but he pretends I have him confused with someone else he knows. I shrug and continue to walk along the road, alone.
* * *
I just remembered another amazing fragment - RI had this bag full of Tom Paine books - for some reason Common Sense was available in several large tomes. He was on his way to the library to photocopy them all as he'd borrowed them from the library. I thought he was insane to be photocopying so much.
