10. Dream about being a girl
I’m supposed to be in a wedding. I am the bride. I have my white dress all ready but at the last minute I have to go to a funeral instead. I wear a black dress with a wide belt and a short black wig. It’s still 1968.
We’re at the funeral mass. I’m afraid to go up to communion by myself but my grandmother is going, so I follow her. As we get close to the altar, I notice that everyone kneeling there is male. Gran slips into a pew, leaving me alone in the aisle. I try to leave through a hidden panel door. Luckily it works.
Outside, I see a girl who looks familiar. She says, maliciously: “Did you buy that wig for the funeral?” I don’t answer. It seems to me that she should know why I have the wig on.
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