August 5
My mother and I am in a store and I am reading a magazine (somewhat like Circus). I picked this particular magazine because it had an article on a guy who has played with KISS, Cinderella and several other bands. As I look through the magazine, I see an article on a friend. I don't read it but skim through it. I am glad that she has 'gone national'.
We go to a Media Play nearby. I walk into the public restroom there and hear a male voice over the speakers, "...so if you're in this area, it would be best to get out now..." The first stall I choose - next to the door - is too small. My arms are pinned to my sides by the yellow modular wall to my left (which bulges where my arm is) and the yellow cinder block wall to the right. The door is segmented in two parts and I wonder if anyone can see through. Suddenly, it slams hard shut. I decide that I have had enough and get out of that stall. My mother is holding the door shut in an attempt to help me.
While I'm waiting for another stall, I watch my mother's purchases, sitting on a sink next to me. One is an expensive ring. M.T. sees the ring, picks it up and decides to keep it - she walks off with it. I tell my mother what happened and she goes after her ring. I go into another stall. Suddenly, my mother appears over the wall on my right and starts just prattling away. I slap at her and tell her to leave me alone.
Next, I am standing in another line and my mother comes up to me rather suddenly - again, prattling away. Out of reflex, I punch her in the right eye. As I do, I notice my arm and hand are made of rainbow colored sand. Two men standing behind her give me a dirty look. I apologize to her for my action but she again appears suddenly - with the same results.
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