1. I am taking a tour or giving a tour. I'm in a thick, opaque bog up to my shoulders. As I look out to the liquid, I see it as more of a light green primordial ooze. I'm grasping onto things to get through the bog, and then realize that what I'm grasping are dead fish, and even corpses. The narration (I am giving? someone else is giving?) tells me about South African history.
I get out of the bog and into a car and find myself driving through the suburbs of Johannesburg. I'm surprised by how American it all looks- except for the iron bars on all the windows, and the gates, of course. Then I start to get to an area with primary-colored stucco and realize that I must turn around or else I will be hijacked.
2. Some sort of Chicago noir scene with boyfriend.
3. In my kitchen, wondering what to make to serve with my perfectly ripe avacado.
Friday, October 09, 2015
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