Rauan hasn't been to any more committee meetings since the agents took him away. Rauan also hasn't been driving me around anymore either. In fact, on Saturday first I dreamed that I got brand new car and the next dream Chris and I were being driven around Paris by a talking, female blow-up doll. I was concerned that maybe she wouldn't be a safe driver, but she was fine. Those lady blow-up doll drivers sure get a bad rap.
I'm hoping, for Rauan's sake, he wasn't sent to my psyche's Guantanamo Bay. That place is fucked up.
Today I dreamed that I was riding on a bus to get to train station. Looks I'm going back to a transitional stage. Crap. I just got out of one a few weeks ago. Well, I generally prefer travel by train, so maybe this won't be so arduous. The bus ride was a mixed bag. There was this guy going through our bags, doing stand-up. Even though he was sometimes funny, he was still annoying. We're riding on a bus, just give us some fucking peace already. Then some other guy asked wanna-be comedian guy what tribe he belonged to and then told him that he didn't belong in that tribe, he belonged in another--the situation got tense. I didn't quite understand the tribal politics, but knew the comedian guy was deeply offended. The ride improved, the man sitting next to me gave me a little juice glass filled with champagne, we started kissing and that was OK.
Still, travel by train is by far preferable.
As long as Rauan isn't the conductor.