Another change of setting. I felt empowered.
Parts of the dream were a re-visitation of Video games and
Palomar College.
Towards the end of the dream, I approached Mike Daniels’
mansion.I was about to pass throughthe gate when I heard his Mother’s voice.
I looked up
to the window overlooking the entrance to my left. Mike’s Mother was staring at
me.
Mike then
appeared in the window, looking thoroughly disempowered and displeased.
‘Sorry,
man,’ he said.
I tried,
regardless.
‘I was just
wonderingif you wanted to accompany me
to the (concert,I think).’
I knew that
it wouldn’t work.
Mike’s
mother shook her head, Mike said:
‘Didn’t you
get my message?’
I may have.
I still don’t recall.
I took my phone from my pocket.
What new messages I might have received I did not see. I was in the process of
typing my invitation for him by phone. I was still of a mind to send him the
text, which was addressed not only to him but to Kresten as well. The
display,as on facebook, showed both of their faces in little rectangular icons.
Mike came to the gate. His mother
accompanied him.
Whatever he had done, if I am to
believe both of them, had been really
bad in his mother’s eyes.I might have had to mask my guilt of the same thing.
Mike’s mother was harsh.
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