Friday, October 21, 2005

Had a dream where I was hanging out in my old room in Storrs I guess, on Codfish Falls Road. It felt like I was a teenager. My mom was in the house. I perceived a vague agitation and antipathy from her. A vibration of hers that is familiar from real life. A mild impatience and disapproval. I felt somehow that she thought I was lazy. Someone was sick and in the hospital – my cousin M. or someone – and there was talk of what do we do, when do we go see her. The operating system on my laptop had somehow reset itself and the OS X dock contained the large, default icons rather than the ones I had placed there and resized.