March 8


dreaming
I have been given red roses- huge intricate glass roses, plastic pom-pom roses, delicate glass roses, silk roses and a few roses that live and resemble a person. I place them all in a large bowl on an upper shelf because someone is coming... a representative of human-ness...a man. I hide the roses, but first I pull from the bowl a living female doll. She is about two feet tall with shoulder length brown hair. I think I need her as a rouse. The man brings with him processed meat, beef. I don't eat cow. I know there is something strange about the meat, something that is meant to hybridize the eater. I prepare it and it looks more like a McDonald's burger than a homemade buffalo burger. I tell the man that I will feed it to one child at a time (knowing that I will never feed it to my family). I give it instead to the girl-doll-child. I wake before she eats it.

I dream that Wind and I have a daughter. She lives with me. I am confused as to how I got her, but I love her so much. She is around four years old with medium length soft brown hair.

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