Monday, June 10, 2002
I dreamt last night that a train derailed 2 blocks away from the house up in which I grew. In the dream, the train jumped the track at Sycamore Street and drove its way down Sycamore for 3 blocks. (It wasn't explained how it made a 90-degree turn from the tracks onto Sycamore.) My brother was there, and we both saw it happen. At first I wanted to leave because I knew it would be mayhem, but curiousity pulled us both back to see what we could see. He had a camera, of course, and was taking photographs of the destruction. I don't remember much of what happened next, but I don't recall seeing anything violent or gory or sickening. In fact, I didn't see the train or any of its passengers, but I felt dazed wandering through as though I did see all of what remained. Met with Susie to review Web plans. We celebrated Debrah's birthday today; Kristina brought chips and made delicious salsa dip and guacamole dip and brought a brightly colored tablecloth and floating candles. I preconfigured software on Chris's new computer and reformatted James's old computer for Cindy to use at home. Dinner at home with Patrick: bowtie pasta with lima beans and chicken and basil sausage. Watched 2 South Park episodes on DVD (and checked out from the Hawk-Kusler Library): Merry Christmas Charlie Manson and Chinpoko Mon. Patrick is close to finishing chapter 18. He has 20 chapters total, so after this one there's just 2 more to go.