Dream entry #6

A friend from my distant past became romantically involved with a friend from my recent past. I knew my recent friend was not good to women--my heart hurt, and I agonized over what to do. My friend from the distant past wanted to come out as a lesbian but got side-tracked by my recent past. They confused me—they were like oil and water—but they were happening no matter what I did to intervene.

A Diablo Cody-like composite of all the women I’ve known who I thought succeeded at something I didn’t think they earned appeared as part of the entourage of my two friends. She had a book-signing at the bookstore where I work now. She hugged me, and I resented her, but I was nice nonetheless.

My friend from the distant past began to fall apart from the pressure of involvement with my friend from the recent past. The dream ended with me helping her pack all of her things out of his house and driving her to the airport. My emergency brakes didn’t work, and as we drove away I slid without being able to stop.

I woke with a Heart song in my head, and I suddenly knew exactly how to write the resume I’d been agonizing over for a week. Thank you, Becky, for traumatizing me into inspiration