September 15, 2007
Oh, how much I dreamt…
There was a huge gorilla-elephant chasing us, humans, wanting to kill us. I survived. Some girl named Ksyukha didn’t. And the tenth grade in our school, gathered from the best students of three eighth-grade classes – A, B, and C… They had their first day of school, and I passed by, couldn’t resist, and started hugging everyone, almost crying – I missed them so much (I’d been reading classmates.ru)… There was Yulka, and she was yelling something at me. And Oleg appeared in my dream. He came at night with two friends. I squinted my eyes and didn’t look like myself. But he – he looked very much like himself. His eyes were blue, so blue… But he was much taller than in reality. And I scolded him for hiding that he was at least 190 cm tall. And my old “six” appeared in my dream. Murlkot, who had boxes of some new men’s clothes in her closet, which she had bought to sell one day. (Totally not like Murlkot). And my old medical school, where black people weren’t allowed for some reason, and there were very strange doors that led nowhere. And all the dreams were terribly surreal, including an episode with a small cat door in the front door… It opened not like a typical cat door – upwards, but like a regular human door – inward. And it was locked, just like the big one it was cut into, with a cute little lock…
September 30, 2007
I dreamt that I got married, but my husband, although very sexual, was a dog and for some reason had mistresses, each of whom had their own little calendar. Literally, as soon as I left for even an hour, a mistress would come. And the worst part was that I could feel it. I asked him, why did we get married, let’s divorce, you obviously don’t love me… and I didn’t even know why we married either. We rushed into it, it seemed great, but then it immediately stopped being great… One day I went to take a shower, and while I was there, a mistress appeared again. I don’t even remember why I left the shower, but when I looked – there she was! I thought, damn it, these bitches. I grabbed her and threw her out onto the stairs, practically down the stairs. She was naked, in my robe! I yelled down, “Give me back my robe!” Then I went back to my husband and told him, “You’re disgusting, I want you to pack your things and get the hell out of here.” And he, the jerk, smiled and showed me the calendars of his mistresses. I tore them up and started kicking him out of the house. What a mess, right?
October 14, 2007
All my thoughts were occupied with San Francisco. And suddenly someone came and told me that I needed to fly through Moscow. I had to first fly to Moscow. I didn’t even remember how it happened. But then I saw myself standing at the window. And outside the window – real autumn. Green and yellow leaves mixed together, running across the damp ground. I went outside, and cold rain splashed in my face. I shivered. The leaves rustled against the soles of my shoes, the earth was squishy, the rain wouldn’t stop. I felt like crying. I looked up at my windows and saw my mother in them. And that made me want to cry even more, because I suddenly felt how much I missed her. And all of this – the yellowing nature, the dampness – outside and inside, the cold, just fresh enough to seep through the clothes and touch the skin with its unfriendly hands, but already heralding the coming of winter, the monochrome sky – heavy and oppressive – all this intermingled in my soul with a sense of some aching loneliness, which, as if catalyzed, resonated with this sad picture.
And then I remembered the palm trees. And it felt so strange, why had I left the warm, flower-kissing, gentle, hot winds of Florida, and I wanted to run, hug the palm trees, kiss the flowers in response, run under the warm Florida rains. I already missed Florida and eternal summer… And then I woke up. And it felt so good that I hadn’t gone anywhere, that right now I could run, hug and kiss the palm trees, enjoy the sun and summer in the middle of October… and I thought that when I get up, I’ll write in my diary: “I wanted to run, hug the palm trees, kiss the flowers in return, run under the warm Florida rains…”
November 18, 2007
I dreamt a terrible dream where I went to celebrate my birthday and chose a small local restaurant, came there, ordered wine, the best dish (special), something else. I ate, then sang something on stage (what, I don’t remember, I was already drunk in the dream. Otherwise, why would I climb on stage to sing without music?), they brought me the bill, and it turned out that their main dish cost $4000. And singing on stage – $64. Apparently, this was even written somewhere in the menu. I started arguing with the waiter, because even in my drunken state, I couldn’t have ordered a $4000 dish, so he called the manager, who turned out to be a woman from Ukraine, and she immediately started speaking to me in Russian and asking what I needed to do to get this $4000 dish removed from my bill. I told her that my father’s family is from Ukraine. Apparently, that didn’t affect her, because she stood up and left. I decided not to pay for either the $4000 or the $64. When I looked at the menu again, it turned out that the price for the main dish was listed as $3000-$6000, and they still “gave me a break.”
When I got ready to leave, Russian-speaking people caught me at the door, presented me with the bill, and this time it showed that I paid 500 rubles and gave a 5 ruble tip. The waiter started shouting, “So you gave me 5 for a tip? Well, choke on your five, I don’t need it!” I started apologizing, saying it was a mistake, I planned to leave more. In general, they wouldn’t let me leave the restaurant. I noticed that all the prices were listed with .00 at the end, but the main dish – $3000-$6000 – didn’t have any zeros. I decided to use this when I’d sue this awful restaurant, but just as I was about to leave, my way was blocked by a huge, floor-length cake. It looked very tasty. I tore off a piece and handed it to Irka Soboleva, while I was squeezing past the cake toward the door. When we finally left and sighed in relief, Irka was still holding the already bitten piece of cake. I wanted to get it back, but Irka tightly squeezed her hand, not letting go of the cake. Then I pulled, and the cake ended up in my hand. I took a bite. It was a very tasty cake with whipped cream. That’s when the dream ended.
December 25, 2007
I came to a poor family in a semi-dilapidated house and started magically creating a luxurious home there. The house was old, with a dome, stairs, made of stone… Inside there was a mom, dad, and a son. I would look at the corner, and suddenly a beautiful modern kitchen would appear. In the wall, a huge French window appeared, with modern steel appliances in the kitchen. Then hardwood floors grew, the walls were painted a soft beige-orange, in the room, there was a huge TV, further – an incredibly beautiful bedroom… Everywhere there was beauty and shine. The family stared at me with wide eyes, and I continued my magic. There was a blue rug on the floor. They asked if it could be sea green. I looked at the rug, and it changed color before my eyes, and even changed shape – it became wavy.
I think this is a hint that I should start doing interior design.