avoidance

Date: 12/8/2017

i have been avoiding my dreams the past few days. time to start facing the messages. waiting in line for the bathroom. the stalls are dark wood. creaky doors. the first stall is occupied by a little girl. someone exits the next stall and a woman pushes in with me saying we can share. she is a large, white woman with frizzy brown hair. there is a bench with a toilet on one side and sink on the other. she means that she will sit on the sink. swimming in a lake. very manicured landscaped area. a girl at the edge drinks from an infinity pond. i tell her not to do that because the chemicals will make her sick. her very posh white conservative mother yells at me for talking to her daughter, for making her afraid. though i was telling the truth. inside a fancy house/office, standing by the sink. Paul is next to me. I try to drink from a blue pipe. then i look for an empty beer can to fill with water. a group of people are all laughing. they won’t do a dance anymore, because they are protesting the Bickel company. They won’t even drink Bickel beer. They are leaving. My friend and I try to tag along with them through the mall, but we are wearing big wooden 70s style platform shoes. We can’t run.