Fragments 05/08

Date: 5/8/2019

Lots of fragments of longer narratives, now forgotten. I was writing an exam for a math class I hadn’t attended. It wasn’t s stress dream, as there were no stakes and I was just curious about what my students were learning. I didn’t recognize anything on the test and had to leave it mostly blank. I wrote a long note to the professor and left. I was walking through a desert by the ocean. The ground was tougher than sand, and very steep. I was afraid of sliding off s cliff into the ocean. Eventually I found a path inland, marked with orange flags. It led to a trail through the woods, paved with checkerboard tiles. I got a phone call. Two women on the run eject from their spaceship into space, without protection. They hold hands and briefly kiss. One is a Minotaur. The other is wearing a red dress and short jacket. She makes a shooting gesture at the camera with her fingers. I am at a museum/art gallery. I want to follow another group and listen to their commentary. An old schoolmate shows up and wants to talk, but I tell him to wait. Exhibits st the gallery include a small Christmas tree. Now my grandmother is with us. These are half-remembered fragments. Many more are already gone. It was a busy night.