been having weird dreams about my grandmother’s death. the last one was yesterday. i dreamed i was in a parking lot between some hotels. somebody gave me a tip that Cat Stevens, somebody else, and another person named Cat something or something Cat (not Cat Power) were all staying in two or three of those hotels. (in one part, i let myself into somebody’s mansion, which was eccentric to say the least. it was like a 3d version of some classic atari platform game or something.)
anyways, she was in my car and fell out, slumped. i was too late to catch her. she was already very frail, and i knew when she fell it would not be good. so there she was, dying again. and for a second, again, i thought she was going to come to. but no. just like in real life, it was just reflex, or air escaping her poor sweet lungs, or something ghastly like that.
this is getting to me.
