Paula S. of Houston, Texas writes:
There has been an ordeal that I can’t remember but for some reason it feels like I am escaping something. I don’t know or can’t remember what it is. I am driving a Jeep, Sigourney Weaver is in the passenger seat. The weather is awful, the Jeep has the top off, it has been raining but quit, it is dark but there is some light, the road is narrow on a mountain side, there is a steep drop off on the driver’s side, many feet down. The windshield of the Jeep is missing. The headlights don’t work. It is tense. We need to get off the mountain but it is difficult to see. Sigourney takes over the driving, I crawl out to the front bumper of the Jeep to see the road better and let Sigourney know if I see debris or potholes or limbs. The wind is picking up, it is getting really tense, then suddenly we are at the bottom of the mountain and we look out to the horizon. The view is an endless, still sea. The are hundreds of womens’ arms sticking up out of the sea, palms of the right hand only facing us. No bodies, no heads, just single right arms and hands. The sun is slowly coming up. I wake up.
The ordeal you're escaping from is heterosexuality, and it's no accident that Sigourney Weaver is in the car, and eventually takes the wheel. Do you have any idea how many baby dykes realized they were baby dykes on account of Ellen Ripley kicking ass, outliving every man around her, and generally looking great in tighty-whities and a tank top?
That dim, narrow road you're making your way down? That's no road - it's a vaginal canal, which is not only pretty damned significant, in terms of lesbian sexuality, but it's the place where we all got our start. This dream is about rebirth - which can be scary and confusing but, ultimately opens us up to opportunities. You stepping out of the Jeep to make sure there are no potholes or debris, and the fact that you're in an open vehicle with no windshield is your subconscious telling that nothing will stand in your way, as you flee from the horrors of a heteronormative society to a vast and tranquil Sapphic sea. And that sea? It's full of women showing your their right palms. Did you know that, in palmistry, the left palm of a woman signifies what she's accumulated or constructed, while the right palm of a woman signifies what she was born with? Heed the siren call and jump in, Paula - the queer water's just fine and, really, you know you were born that way.
As for the heterosexual nightmare this dream has you leaving behind? I say you nuke the entire thing from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.
