Rachel's Daily Diary

 

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Wednesday
8 September 99

 

11 54 am edt
I awoke from a terrible dream last night feeling exceptionally unrested and sore.   It was a long dream and it began with some event in a church where lots of my friends were attending.   Some sort of demon or witch came and began killing people left and right.   It was quite horrific.   I was one of the few people left at the end, and I had a confrontation with the creature.   She could kill just by touching you, but she really just had to give the illusion of touching you and you had to believe it.   She pointed a gun at me, and I closed my eyes with all my might and told myself over and over that she wasn't touching me.   But the gun went off and somehow the bullet went away from us but came around behind me (as though it had gone around the world backwards) and at last touched me, piercing my skin at my left shoulderblade.   Yet I didn't die.   I continued to fight the demon, though much weakened, and knowing that I could kill her with water [wicked witch of the west, anyone?], I began to splash her.   She wasn't the first one of these I had killed [perhaps I was Buffy the Vampire Slayer, ha!] but she was exceptionally dificult to kill, not dying right away when I got her a little wet.   But eventually I succeeded in soaking her and she perished.

Now I worked on some TV show as some sort of marm, and I had originally read fairy tales at the beginning of episodes.   I watched myself [as I often do in dreams] arguing with the director saying I used to read on shows, and I was going to again.   I was telling him that I was going to break the rules, and rather than acting out the script, I was going to read the notes/journals of three of my friends who had died in this horrible church/demon thing.   I can only remember now whom one of my friends was: Anna.   [Anna is a 55-year-old from Peru who was a film major at Berkeley at the same time I was.   She used to put her arm around me and say, "You could be my daughter."   And indeed I could.   She was exceptionally sweet, and we used to always sit together when we took classes together.]

Anna's notebook had written on it that she had never watched a video, which I found to be profoundly sad [and which, in waking, I know to be completely untrue].   For some reason I was then going back to the church, and there my sister as dropped off.   She had a large cut on her knee, and was excited to tell me she had been to "the Open" [which I attended on the 2nd].   I applied a large band-aid to her knee [I always insist on using the brand name when I describe it, despite the fact that I only purchase Curad brand bandages].   She was hungry, so I offered to go buy her dinner, for which she was very grateful.   Matthew was somehow there with a sports utility vehicle [I can't stand when people abreviate that as SUV], and he drove me away.   We were in some bizarrely constructed neighborhood, and the street signs were poorly labled.   I think I woke as he was about to get us into a terrible accident.

So you see, my dream was very long and blah.   My grandfather called me shortly after I awoke to tell me that his best friend's wife (who is also my dad's business partner's mother) died, and that he will be atttending the funeral tomorrow.   That is unfortunate, for it can never be easy to lose one's mother or wife.

I then called Brian to confirm our dinner date for this evening; I think we are going to have a great time....   Then my favorite aunt in Florida called me to tell me that i should call her ex-husband Russel, and have him take me out to dinner, which I will probably do.   She also gave me a list of three yoga studios at which I could take lessons should i so desire.

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