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Dream Log: November 15, 2001 (person)
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Thu Nov 15 2001 at 23:51:54
Lianna Slug Orientation
I arrive with my mom at a building that looks like a two-story
mall
but is actually supposed to be the
food court
of
UC Santa Cruz
. We enter through a sweep of glass doors and stand in the middle of a large, covered
plaza
surrounded by various restaurants and
eatery
s. I'm here to attend a small
orientation
meeting for the start of a new school year here at
UCSC
. We'd planned to eat lunch when we arrived but as my mom ponders on which place to eat at, I take in the empty dining areas and figure everything's closed. I tell my mom this just as a
cleaning lady
rolls up with her cart of cleaning supplies. My mom asks her when the restaurants will open and the lady (of possible
Latino
heritage) mumbles something about how she has to go do her
meditation
. Deciding to
postpone
the meal until later, we go upstairs to the
mezzanine
where the meeting is taking place. There I sit down with about eight other students and a student-advisor around a table which is actually a large flat
redwood
stump
. I'm sitting to the left of the advisor and to her right is my old friend,
Lianna
, who I haven't seen in some time. They have their backs to the railing which overlooks the ground floor of the building. My mom is wandering around nearby. I don't actually speak to Lianna but we communicate with our eyes--I expressing my surprise and delight that she will be joining the
Banana Slug
s of
UCSC
. The advisor talks while we're waiting for the actual meeting time to arrive and it becomes obvious that this is an information session for new student transfers like Lianna, not for returning students like me. On a whim I roughly rub my scalp with my hands and out of my hair tumbles some grass, two
cigarette butt
s and one
rose petal
. Lianna excuses herself to go the restroom and the rest of the group
mill
s around. I tell the advisor that I won't be attending the meeting after all. When Lianna returns she briefly exclaims that she's lost her backpack but it turns out to be sitting in a
cubby hole
nearby (which I point to). The fear in her voice makes me think she's carrying some kind of
contraband
like
marijuana
. I find out that the plan is for the group to eat lunch afterwards so I say I'll come back to eat with them--I say this while looking at Lianna so she knows I'm really coming back to talk to her. I say goodbye as the meeting begins--and I never spoke a word to Lianna.
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