a long time coming: my first dream in french...
of which i only remember the ending. two real people from my waking life appeared in leading roles. first, the older woman who i met on the line one on my way to a conference appeared. in the dream, she ran a salon where women were getting their hair done and toes painted. i ran in because i was escaping something i don't remember. she grabbed me and started polishing my nails at a high bar table. and then we were in a bar and the waiter from chez justine was there. he wanted to know if i'd seen the church on campus. yes, i had, but i hadn't been inside. of course not, he replied, americans aren't allowed in. i was supposed to follow him, but i woke up instead.
in the afternoon, i buy red nail polish to match my dream nails.
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