gestalt santa
Nov. 19th, 2003 08:08 amIt was raining. I was a little proud of this because they were using the design I had done for the sky. The font I'd chosen for the lettering of the clouds closed up a little more than I was expecting, though; I was a little annoyed at that.
My mother was visiting me. We were driving through Los Angeles to my apartment in the French Quarter. She was having trouble dealing with the rain-slick streets and kept on swerving onto the sidewalk, leaving me somewhat mortified. Eventually I persuaded her to just slow down because wet streets in LA aren't like wet streets in NO. Which was good, because traffic slowed down as we got closer to my place. We passed a new grocery chain being built that had a singularly absurd name (which I can't remember now) and a logo that was a Snickers bar. It seems that name was a reference to something that went on during the periphery of the grocery strike; this was to be a worker-owned store. We passed a tattoo artist setting up outside his shop, ready to attract some business by working in front of passers-by.
I was a little nervous because I was going to introduce her to my boyfriend. Which was a little odd because I was a dyke in this dream. I was also looking especially casually spooky.
About three blocks from my place I said we should turn and go up another, less populated street, because the next few blocks were absolutely clogged with people having some sort of demonstration or rally. Then I woke up. With the title of this entry somehow hanging significant in my brain.
My mother was visiting me. We were driving through Los Angeles to my apartment in the French Quarter. She was having trouble dealing with the rain-slick streets and kept on swerving onto the sidewalk, leaving me somewhat mortified. Eventually I persuaded her to just slow down because wet streets in LA aren't like wet streets in NO. Which was good, because traffic slowed down as we got closer to my place. We passed a new grocery chain being built that had a singularly absurd name (which I can't remember now) and a logo that was a Snickers bar. It seems that name was a reference to something that went on during the periphery of the grocery strike; this was to be a worker-owned store. We passed a tattoo artist setting up outside his shop, ready to attract some business by working in front of passers-by.
I was a little nervous because I was going to introduce her to my boyfriend. Which was a little odd because I was a dyke in this dream. I was also looking especially casually spooky.
About three blocks from my place I said we should turn and go up another, less populated street, because the next few blocks were absolutely clogged with people having some sort of demonstration or rally. Then I woke up. With the title of this entry somehow hanging significant in my brain.