vjsmom and I were at my mother's, which wasn't my mother's apart from one piece of furniture I recall, and for some reason I felt compelled to register a complaint with Mom (who was alive) about Dr. Pepper (I think that's cuz squirrelykat and I were recently talking of the beverage)--- a complaint which I'm fairly sure (for reasons I won't bother to detail here) was tied in to childhood food restrictions and such. My mother left the room for a minute, which is when I think the part happened in which I saw the pencils & stuff in two cubbies of the hutch (the afore-mentioned piece of furniture) all messed up & felt an urge to straighten that stuff up. Then Mom came back & thrust to me, with an air of thus proving something contradictory to my complaint (perhaps the equiv. of "You had it fine--- see?"), a b/w picture in some publication (Life? It was almost that big) showing a group of women at some kind of college feminist gathering. Under at least several of the women there were little notes they'd each written, along with their signatures; the one my mother was pointing at was by homovegetarian, and was signed with her name (in a rather smaller, cramped-looking hand than homovego's real writing, but similar in style).The blurb before her name made some reference to the happy wild (perhaps sexual? or liberatedly lesbian?) life of the person it was written for---which my mother clearly took to be me, though that was an obviously ridiculous leap. Wish I could remember what it said specifically. I did read it in the dream. I do know that my mother seemed to think it was a queer reference, and that it indicated the audience (I) had been living a happy queer life and thus should shut up about everything else, I was being so indulged. It was like "ha!" cuz I'd been busted since Mom knew
homovegetarian's name & spotted it in that scandalous scene.vjsmom and I were puzzled at her thinking, and noted to ourselves (giving up on Mom) that the picture was taken in 1991, long before I knew homovegetarian, when she was in college. So S & I left and went to that college (the dream cut to our being there) to research the picture. Crazy, yeah, but that's a dream for ya. So here's the funny part: at that venerable institution we found, among other materials the group had kept, some archival (also b/w! ha) footage of a meeting of this group, on 16mm film, which we played, ultimately revealing homovegetarian to have gone through a phase of being a sort of leather-clad chanteuse. She was just ebulliently charming and subtly playful as she performed casually & improvisationally, moving among members of the group, like some cross between herself and Marlene Dietrich, with a wardrobe kind of like a Hollywood motorcycle gang guy from the 60s but done over by an ever-so-slightly hip designer.I never got as far as having to decide whether to confess to her that we'd seen this old film, as the enjoyment of having found such a nugget was apparently too much to sustain slumber, and I woke.
