Posts in Chronological Order

Saturday, June 7,2003 Another breakfast at the hotel, then a cab to the train station at Crewe, a train to the Manchester airport, and a flight to Aberdeen. Traveling is easier alone. Although one might think that another person would help find things, and avoid mistakes, and share the load, in practice, it isn’t so.…

Sunday, June 8,2003 I awaken from a dream, and make the effort to record it: “I am in the church that Michael and I were in yesterday. There is a service going on, I think. Two women go up to the priest – he is in the aisle. They want his help, but I from…

Sunday, June 8,2003 So here I am alone again. I take a nap, then let myself out to walk. I walk up and down the streets of Inverness looking with no success for a place to eat. (It is early for supper, and I am picky.) I finally find a hole-in-the-wall Chinese place that is…

Tuesday, June 10,2003 At 2 a.m. I get up to record a dream. “Tagging along with Bill Hughes [the Congessman I used to work for, in my twenties], who says he was enjoying watching me on television, as part of my job working for him. I said `uh-’ [because this caught me off guard] and…

Tuesday, June 10,2003 So I take the little boat to Mull (I am the only Iona passenger), where we pick up a boatful of others, and then to Staffa. A fun ride. Part of me is apprehensive about going on the sea, and another part revels in it, adjusting to it like riding a horse,…

Wednesday, June 11,2003 Three dreams on the tape recorder: 1) I almost didn’t recognize it as a dream, more like a daydream. At the end we are in a boat, way at the top of a hill. Lying there, feeling the motion of the boat I’d taken to and from Staffa. We – whoever “we”…

Wednesday, June 11,2003 At suppertime, I ask myself if I am getting bored on Iona. “I don’t think so, but I haven’t much experience in doing nothing. Not that what I do usually amounts to anything, but it does fill the time. Here, I have been letting the time go, as the three hours I…

Thursday, June 12,2003 At 8 a.m. I record a couple things from the night’s tape recording. I’m lying here, not dreaming, not asleep, yet all this stuff has been going through my mind generally, gradually. I don’t know where it comes from. Something very appropriate in my lying here in sleep mask and earplugs. It’s…

Thursday, June 12,2003 At six I go up to the Mac and find a large building that very much looks like communal living. Warm enough, inviting enough, but way too big for normal life. Courtesy of Susan’s invitation, I partake in their common meal on the last night of their weekly visitors’ stay. She tells…

Friday, June 13,2003 Eight dreams to transcribe. 1) I start to go outside, and a man steps aside for me, and lets me go first, and I go, and he stabs me! In the back. He’s going to do something but instead, I annihilate him with this blast of anger, an amazing thing. He’s literally…