Matrix riot empowerment dream

I had a long complicated dream where I was in a huge citywide festival/riot/protest but no one could be sure of what surveillance was there. The person you were speaking could easily be a robot/holo cop. Streets were all indoors - like giant warehouse enclosures with steel beams overhead. We would rip out steel poles from the structure and use them to bash down the overhead hidden surveillance cameras. I was often terrified in the riot and determinedly wheeling myself up long hilly streets in a crowd. In one memorable scene I went into a men's bathroom I was told was safe and found my friend Rubin with a lot of people snorting coke. I peed and left without partaking though they offered me a ton of free coke.

A very wise old lady was trying to tell me and this other guy a secret code that was a tune made up of chords. Somehow, she could sing an entire chord at once. The rest of the dream was about being chased, spied on, and tricked by secret robo cops (who were posing as fellow rioters) trying to find out the code. If they caught me they would torture me. D. was there some of the time evading cameras with me or faking that we were innocently buying train tickets or pulling me through a scary crowd.

In another scene I went onto a beach to demonstrate to an out of town friend how far one could safely go into the water. I realized I was walking painfully but freely across the sand. I came across a giant dead whale and its baby half buried in the sand and walked across their backs. It was fun, but I knew I'd have to pay for that walking in more pain. I hoped it would be good physical therapy anyway. To get off the beach and back to my wheelchair, I had to drag myself and half crawl up a very long steep staircase.

At the end of the dream there was a stage & a party much like the rave scene in Matrix 2. We took apart the stage while standing on it. Everyone in the giant party was trying to sing together and hit on the chords. I knew what they should sound like since I'd heard them, but not well enough to reproduce them. But as we all tried to hit the notes we got very close. We knew it had to be like a mic check but all at once rather than coming from a stage at the front. I was sad when I knew I was waking up and tried to steer the dream to success and an ending, but couldn't get there.

Woke in a lot of pain. It will be raining and cold all week. I'm trying to picture going out to swim and really don't want to. Maybe I can just do all my exercises 4 or 5 times a day instead. D. is going to be in Toronto this weekend.

Misogyny at the Mendel

Murder at the Mendel by Gail Bowen has jumped the shark for internalized misogyny. Sally, the female protagonist has owned a feminist art gallery called Womancraft or womancare or something for 20 years but is now, without warning to anyone, selling it. Sally hates feminists. She hates her mother and idolizes her dad (who killed himself with poison when she was 13 and tried to kill her and her mom & they barely survived). Then Sally was somehow whisked off by a friend of the family at age 13 for a teenagerhood of molestation and no school ever again.

Back in the present of the novel while she's an adult, she plans to leave her husband and take their four year old daughter away to another country, to which everyone reacts with consternation and dumb plots & no one ever mentions joint custody or any sort of law governing child custody, separation, or divorce.

Then the manager of the women's art/craft gallery who Sally has clearly slept with or had an intense relationship with over the last 20 years goes berserk and has lesbian drama, then works on a super dramatic art piece with a mannequin and scalpel and electrified barbed wire, and then is killed gruesomely on the barbed wire and cooked. In a gallery. At her funeral it is all radical feminists, quilts with clitoris designs, and guerilla girls in gorilla outfits fist fighting with religious fundamentalist protestors. Oh, those wacky feminists! So wacky even when murdered! Sally mocks the dead woman and all feminists during the funeral During the fistfight, Sally defends the religious fundamentalist protestor "because 3 on one was unfair".

Fuuuuck this book.

Rain all week

Somewhat bummed at the rain and being stuck in the house for the near future. Does anyone want to drive me out to lunch or coffee in the next few days?

or take me shopping? i would love to go to a thrift store that has furniture, or to a blood, bath, and beyond or some equivalent where i can get things like doormats.

On Friday I have an exciting orthopedist appointment. Okay not very exciting.

Then D. goes to toronto and Moomin will be here for the weekend. I miss Moomin quite a lot.