I can’t remember this dream in its entirety. Clusters of images, ideas, and feelings comprised the parts leading up to what I do remember, which is me, waiting at the mall for my mother to pick me.
I have a 45 record and a folder of very important documents in my backpack.
My mom turns on the stereo in the car. “Transmission” by Joy Division comes on. To my surprise, she starts singing along:
Listen to the silence, let it ring on
Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun
We would have a fine time living in the night
Left to blind destruction, waiting for our sight
We would go on as though nothing was wrong
Hide from these days, we remained all alone
Staying in the same place, just staying out the time
Touching from a distance, further all the time
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