climbing fences


life’s patterns

I dreamed the other night my grandmother made me a wedding dress. It had many layers and dramatic puffy sleeves with intricate lace. I remember closely inspecting the delicate, eyelet embroidery.

I put it on and went out into windy, open dunes. With great effort, I began climbing a series of wooden fences, but the dress was weighing me down. It kept getting caught on wood slivers, on nails, on jagged edges.

I succeeded in climbing them all and arrived at the sea; a dark gray sea with a a threatening, stormy sky. There was a single, wooden dock that reached out as far as I could see, a single point disappearing into where sea met sky, where I could see a sliver of sun just above the edge of the water.

My grandma suddenly called me on a huge, 80’s mobile phone I found somewhere beneath the layers of the dress. She told me I was late; that I should be at the church to renew my vows. She went on until I stopped her and told her I wasn’t coming. She told me that my husband would be annoyed. I said I had to live my own life, and I knew what was best for me.


I had a dream that I was in prison, and I was a man. I was a clown. I saw a huge, threatening electric fence that I knew I had to climb to escape. I approached the menacing thing in broad daylight soon thereafter, seeing green grass covering the ground below me. I saw a ravine on the other side, and at the bottom was a pond and a single weeping willow. I quickly devised some sort of levy system in which I was able to get myself to the top, and I put one leg gingerly over the barbed wire, knowing it was electric. It shocked me, but I sustained the pain and threw myself over, landing softly on the other side. No alarms went off. I walked to the pond and admired a duck with her baby ducklings, trying desperately to act normal. As I made my way further away from the prison, I began to run, eventually entering a house containing an old man sitting at a table. I sat down just as the cops raced by, sirens blaring. We laughed, and I knew I was safe.

I also suddenly knew why I had been thrown in prison. I was a man, and I was a feminist.

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