I had a dream last night that I wish I could understand. I was a young black woman walking with my husband in an urban landscape. I turned around and ran back to the house to get something, and somehow stepped outside of the bubble of psychic protection that surrounded all of us. In seconds [...]

If I had posted during the past week, it would have included the following: 1. Paranoia 2. Rage 3. Ecstatic hope 4. Bitterness 5. Perplexity 6. Secret longings 7. The surfacing of bizarre memories 8. Self-loathing 9. Self-importance 10. Crackpot theories 11. Digestive troubles. Speaking of those, I better eat dinner.