Archive | March, 2017

Swimming Pigs

25 Mar


I dreamed that at first I was reading a magazine article about a sweet and whimsical animal called a turtle dove, then I was in a swimming pool and swimming (mostly floating and rolling) with many of these turtle doves.

At first they resembled piglets that could breathe underwater; I kept seeing them underwater, where they waved their legs as though they were running without touching the floor of the pool. Next they resembled sea lions and were beginning to swim quite close to me and smiling at me as they also did rolls, and their faces and parts of their bodies appeared above the water.

Another Unsettling Dream

23 Mar

I dreamed I was staying at my parents’ house and, in my old bedroom, I was thinking about how lately my mother hadn’t been using her creativity, making crafts, and I thought it was a pity and a waste of time and must be frustrating. I noticed the house was very quiet, and I wondered where she was.

But then I remembered: my mother is dead.

It was a shock all over again. I had to remind myself that I was there when she died, and in my head was an image of her lying peacefully in bed and looking about 20 years younger than she really was when she died.


Today’s Letters

21 Mar

I just wrote the following letter in triplicate, to mail to my senators and representative:

I hope you are doing all you can to prevent Dump’s so-called healthcare bill from replacing the ACA and making millions of regular people lose their insurance and go bankrupt, all just because this country is at the mercy of a psychotic and malignant narcissist.

Also, his budget plan is the stuff of nightmares. 60% of the federal budget is thrown away on military spending–an overtly sociopathic and patriarchal priority–and yet Dump wants to raise it, probably to 80%. This is in a country where education and healthcare are treated as luxuries, even though they’re needs.

Fund art, science, healthcare, and education, not war.



Postcard Avalanche Messages

15 Mar

During the post card/Ides of March party, the purpose of which was to overwhelm the White House with postcards arriving all at the same time, I was one of many who started out addressing them directly to Donald Dump but also wrote a few to my senators and representative, the politicians to whom I typically write. Unlike Dump, they are interested in what their constituents say, at the very least because they want to be re-elected.

I wrote a total of fourteen post cards. The following are some messages that I typed first:

Your actions are overtly racist, anti-Semitic, Islamaphobic, and xenophobic, therefore not representing the United States, a country that has been called the melting plot and for which France made the Statue of Liberty, a statue for the purpose of welcoming immigrants. Muslin Ban is unconstitutional.

It is clear that by choosing Scott Pruit you are attempting to destroy the EPA and therefore planet Earth, which makes me wonder if you really were born on this planet. You need to show us your birth certificate, not just your tax records.

Saying yes to the Dakota Pipeline is environmentally destructive in addition to racist and dismissive of popular opinion.

Your inept choices of nominations and your actions since your inauguration–indeed, just the first week of office—indicate that you’re attempting to destroy the United States. This country certainly needed change when the electoral college elected you, but your kind of change is the opposite of what we need.

We need the ACA, Planned Parenthood, and Medicaid. Just because the only people you see as human beings are wealthy white males doesn’t mean it’s okay to take away the rights of women, people of color, immigrants, and poor people. That includes the right to healthcare.

You gaslighted Americans by making up a bizarre and transparently racist and slanderous story about Obama not being a legal American, and you banned brown foreigners from predominantly Islamic countries from entering the U. S., yet you show flagrant disregard for people who really are Native to this country, by signing in favor of environmentally destructive pipelines through Native land. You’re a white male supremacist.

Today is Albert Einstein’s birthday. He was a civil rights activist, a vegetarian, and a peace activist, and he was a German Jew. He was a compassionate person, unlike you. You’ve inspired acts of anti-Semitic hate and have expressed no concern about these acts. Your silence is very telling.

It is a disgrace to the United States to have a “president” who has reinstated the callous and misogynistic Global Gag Rule started by Reagan. Poor women around the world need healthcare, including reproductive healthcare, in order to survive and thrive. Your backward and bigoted beliefs are your problem, not theirs.

Unsettling Dream

13 Mar

I woke from a dream in which, although I’m middle-aged, I was moving in with my parents.

Early on the dream, my brother and nephew were with us, and we all met up at a building, perhaps a restaurant. First I was waiting in line with my parents, and then I spotted Francis and Malcolm and we talked about something and they headed out, and I decided to go with them, so I was following. It seems to me like the place had very red décor.

My parents and I, just the three of us, were hanging out together—it seems like we were at a shopping mall at some point.

In another scene, we were all three in the house and doing some rearranging to accommodate my stuff and me. I had to rearrange my bedroom and was thinking as though I had the intention of putting all of my possessions in that room, even though I was a middle-aged adult in the dream, the same age I am now. But I had the intention of taking care of my parents, helping them out in their old age.

A desk space wrapped around the edges of my bedroom, and I started arranging stuff on it, including my dollhouse. From another room, I overheard my dad saying something about my needing to finish up redecorating my dollhouse; he was talking to my mother and added, “You still have [something or other], don’t you?” I don’t know if she replied. I felt aware of having a lot of worldly possessions, a lot of knick-knacks and things I’d collected over the years.

A moment later, I was standing in the doorway of my bedroom, and it was drastically different from the room that really had been my bedroom. It was tiny, maybe the size of what started out as my brother’s bedroom, became the nursery/my sister’s bedroom, and ultimately became the library after I finished college and my sister moved into my old bedroom (which was a lot larger).

Anyway, the bedroom I’d be using now had drab grey-yellow carpet that I realized was rather less than impressive and dingy, and I was wondering how I’d fit all my stuff into that tiny space. I was barefoot and was standing there and, while lost in thought, rubbing my bare toes into the carpet.

It suddenly occurred to me: I thought Dad died. How is it possible we’ve been spending all this time with him? Next I realized that I was drowsy and thought I must have just woken from a dream. I couldn’t hear my dad talking anymore, and I suddenly felt scared, terrified that it was true that he was dead.

Then I woke up…and remembered that both my parents are dead.