Lost

Date: 9/7/2020

I’m at a University. Tony is going to pick me up when I call and tell him where I am. When I’m ready, I’m not sure of the name of the building or what part of the campus I’m in. People I ask are friendly, but they don’t know either. I lose my purse and phone. I’m less concerned about the loss than I am that Tony will be mad at me because I’m taking so long. Someone gives me 6 or 8 quarters to use a pay phone, but I can’t find one. No one will let me use their phone, although they’re still friendly. I’m in a part of the campus that has a lot of small restaurants. I wake up feeling sad, scared and lonely. I tried to go back into the dream. In a hypnagogic state, I found myself walking north on I-5. I decided I would be like Peace Pilgrim, walking home without money or anything, relying on passersby for food and shelter. I felt pain in my heart from missing the connection with Tony. My heart cracked open and I saw the earth from a birds eye view, beautiful and verdant, rivers slicing through. I cried at the beauty of it.