March 13, 2019
A dream in which we are at a Baha’i retreat. I am searching for my son. From room to room, events to events. Chewing a pizza that I cannot bite through and I have to keep putting more in my mouth to try to bite through it so that it doesn’t make a mess. He is always a few minutes ahead of me. I find his coat. I find his shoes. He is in various play areas.
My son and I wait in line at a Jamaican restaurant. Old white man after old white man cut ahead of us ensuring that we never get to order.
March 20, 2019
A dream of falling elevators.