Dream rubbish

I’m moving into an apartment. It’s an older building but with lots of quaint features. I think it's in Pacifica. I’m concerned about the wall of windows in the front room because there’s a kind of cement ledge that runs along the bottom of them directly from the hallway where the door is. So it seems like anybody could just come in through a window. The windows are the kind that have a latch at the bottom and when unlatched you just push them out. The window closest to the stoop where the front door is wide open and the curtain is blowing in. I try to think how i can seal them shut so i feel safe.

Jim O’C keeps texting me a statement from his phone. Its lyrics and i know what response he’s expecting me to reply with but i don’t want to because he would take it as a reciprocation of his affection and i don’t want to lead him on.

As i’m looking around my apartment to see what’s where, i go into a back room that’s apparently the bedroom and i’m horrified to find that there’s a man asleep in the bed. He’s fully dressed and looks like a passed out drunk. I think he must’ve come in through the open window.

I go back into the living room and there’s a knock on the door. It’s Jim and a girl. He shows me the text on his phone and wants to know why i haven’t replied. I tell him i don’t text and invite them in. He’s asking me how i like the place and i show him the wall of windows across the front and how even though i like them, i’m nervous that people will be able to come in whenever they want. At the front of the room is a bay window overlooking a city street and kids are playing kickball in the street. In the back where the kitchen is there’s a half-glass door with a tree growing right up close so it’s almost like a curtain. Sunlight is streaming in through the green leaves making pretty shadows on the kitchen floor. I’m thinking that i’ll probably need to put a curtain up so nobody can see in but i decide a blind would be better so i can leave it open to let the tree light in.

Jim and the girl leave and now i’m in a cabin in the woods. It’s very rustic. A man, very redneck – bearded, red flannel shirt, overalls - comes in while i’m looking around and puts down a tube of blood (a vacu-tube with the maroon colored top). It’s his father’s blood and it needs to be checked for ? clotting factor? and i’m supposed to draw more blood to be used to compare. I’m having trouble taking my own blood but the man doesn’t offer to help. Somehow i fill the tube. As i’m filling out the label i look at the other tube to see how it’s filled out. It’s got the number 316 on it so i’m thinking that the new tube should be 317 but the man points out that i have to find the next number in the sequence by looking at the labels a lab tech gave to the man when he left with his father’s blood. There are hundreds of pages of these labels and i’m not sure how i will find the right one. I notice that the labels are all the colors of the vacu-tube caps so i find the maroon ones. Then i notice that the labels are in order of the substance to be tested. I find one for Uric Acid and wonder if that’s the right test. I ask the man but he doesn’t know. I’m worried that we need to get the blood to the lab before it gets too hot sitting in the car.

No idea. They weren’t ‘bad’ dreams but they weren’t fun dreams either. Some kind of stress dream i guess.

That man in the second dream reminded me of a man i’d forgotten about that i’d met in Pacifica. He was a lot older than i was. Probably nearly 40 at that time. I forget his name but he lived in a converted van and roamed from town to town selling hand-crafted stuff. He gave me a pipe made of pipestone. He took to me to the Exploratorium to see the first Saturn feeds. He had two beautiful tattoos – one said Emily and one said Rose. Those were the names of his little girls. He brought me to the apartment where his ex-wife and children lived. She was really nice. I think maybe that is the apartment with the tree in the window that i dreamed. How odd. There were several people that were extraordinarily kind to me when i lived in Pacifica and didn’t want anything in return. I was a stray cat and they would take me in and feed me and entertain me with events like concerts and shows. I don’t even remember their names now.