Looking after children and parents

Old houses. Both from the street I grew up on during childhood and a hilly terrain of San Fransico, with endless acres of low-income housing. My parents were discussing their financial woes. I was trying to avoid them both. My aunt and uncle were there, in the living room of  this building, and I picked up a child to play with. A few other of my friends picked up other children, and we brought them someplace to play. This little boy liked me, and I liked him. I think he was the kid from Finding Neverland. He had a little pewter toy soldier I got him, and then it broke in a couple places so I took it from him when I dropped him off again and said I’d fix it and give it back the next time we met.

We were also in an airport at one point, I think.

These low income houses were all a story or two, wide and sprawling. More like dormitories than anything. They were going through a redecoration, and it meant bright colours, like a maroonish hot pink, and a night-sky motif. The interior decorating would just kind of appear instantaneously, as you were looking for it, and I caught the professional responsible and said it was great, and they don’t normally hire professionals to do this.

A bizarre dream, but colourful, and full of events and people from yesterday.

~ by Christine on July 10, 2007.