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Nov. 6th, 2018 10:02 pmI had several dreams last night, of which I remember two. In the first one, I was working on a fishing boat owned by Donald Trump. I was in the galley, making a loaf of whole grain bread. I wanted to show them that they could make perfectly decent food on board and didn't have to feed people Wonder Bread and crap. The bread was still in the oven when Mr. Trump ordered me to go work in the offices on another deck. I was still there when the finished bread arrived, nicely baked and sliced, and decoratively wrapped in cellophane. I was surprised that Trump had arranged this. It seemed irritatingly beside the point. I thought of offering him a slice, but decided that I didn't want to bring myself to his attention any more than I already had. During my work in the office, I came to two conclusions: 1. He is up to something; and 2. This fishing fleet is badly mismanaged. LOL--really, dream self? This is news?
In the second dream, I visited an upper middle class kind of couple--the man slightly balding, dressed in a suit, the woman with that overdone Nancy Reagan-ish hair and an expensive skirt and sweater outfit. They explained how they'd homeschooled their five children, using a program called The Hollenbeck Method (tm). They had a whole wall of bookshelves containing matching volumes of all the different parts of The Hollenbeck Method. It apparently had a subcategory for everything. They believed it had helped them reveal their inner genius and made them the successful one-percenters they were today. The problem they'd called me in for was that one of their sons, now a young adult, had developed an obsession in which he believed he was being constantly monitored and evaluated by "the people behind the glass doors." My thought on talking with him was that either he was mentally ill, or he really was being monitored, and it was by no means evident that he was crazy. Either way, The Hollenbeck Method (tm) was decidedly creepy.
And then, of course, we voted. I like to vote early, but it makes for a long day of waiting. I like to walk to the polling place, but the day was cold and blustery, pelting with rain, so we drove. The line went all the way down the hall and around the corner and back! They had brought in extra voting booths. I heard someone in line say that our precinct usually has the highest turnout in the city. The poll workers were doing a terrific job, bless them. I will not freak out if we don't have the results we want, though I will be sad. I'm not one of those who were surprised by the 2016 results. Part way through the campaign, I started to have a bad feeling. Late in the campaign, I drove a couple of friends who needed a ride to an appearance by Clinton. After her speech, I knew we were doomed. I don't know how I knew--I just did. I hope this one will be better.
I'm feeling anxious about my mother. She has been dreaming that my father was on the other side of the bed, as he used to be. That isn't necessarily a bad sign. I'm just fretting. Tonight, she again had trouble with the phone. I asked her about 47 times if she had her hearing aids in, and that was the one question she absolutely could not hear! Finally she got it, and said that she did. She admitted she had forgotten to put them in earlier, but claimed they were in now. I wasn't sure if I should believe her!
In the second dream, I visited an upper middle class kind of couple--the man slightly balding, dressed in a suit, the woman with that overdone Nancy Reagan-ish hair and an expensive skirt and sweater outfit. They explained how they'd homeschooled their five children, using a program called The Hollenbeck Method (tm). They had a whole wall of bookshelves containing matching volumes of all the different parts of The Hollenbeck Method. It apparently had a subcategory for everything. They believed it had helped them reveal their inner genius and made them the successful one-percenters they were today. The problem they'd called me in for was that one of their sons, now a young adult, had developed an obsession in which he believed he was being constantly monitored and evaluated by "the people behind the glass doors." My thought on talking with him was that either he was mentally ill, or he really was being monitored, and it was by no means evident that he was crazy. Either way, The Hollenbeck Method (tm) was decidedly creepy.
And then, of course, we voted. I like to vote early, but it makes for a long day of waiting. I like to walk to the polling place, but the day was cold and blustery, pelting with rain, so we drove. The line went all the way down the hall and around the corner and back! They had brought in extra voting booths. I heard someone in line say that our precinct usually has the highest turnout in the city. The poll workers were doing a terrific job, bless them. I will not freak out if we don't have the results we want, though I will be sad. I'm not one of those who were surprised by the 2016 results. Part way through the campaign, I started to have a bad feeling. Late in the campaign, I drove a couple of friends who needed a ride to an appearance by Clinton. After her speech, I knew we were doomed. I don't know how I knew--I just did. I hope this one will be better.
I'm feeling anxious about my mother. She has been dreaming that my father was on the other side of the bed, as he used to be. That isn't necessarily a bad sign. I'm just fretting. Tonight, she again had trouble with the phone. I asked her about 47 times if she had her hearing aids in, and that was the one question she absolutely could not hear! Finally she got it, and said that she did. She admitted she had forgotten to put them in earlier, but claimed they were in now. I wasn't sure if I should believe her!
