Betsy Lohrer Hall - Very Tan Skin

I look in the mirror and I am amazed to discover that while I have a section of long hair immediately bordering my forehead, around my face, I have a large bald spot on most of the top of my head. Not only that, the skin up there is very tan and somewhat wrinkled at the edges. It becomes clear to me - suddenly - that I’ve been living with female pattern baldness for what must be quite some time without even realizing it.

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October 28, 2010

Betsy Lohrer Hall - Singing Several Notes at Once

I dreamt that my friend Sky could sing several notes at once – as if all the facets of her inner life each had a beautiful female singing voice and they were singing together in perfect harmony… many voices emerging from her one mouth.

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Betsy Lohrer Hall - A Long Way From Where I Aimed For

I went to Holly’s apartment for a visit. (In my waking life, she lives less than a block away from where I live in Long Beach.)  It was a large building with a narrow corridor leading from the lobby to an elevator. The hallway and corridor were very dark. It was daylight outside, but it became night in the building. There was a doorman in the elevator (and the elevator was much larger than the one that is actually in her building). All of us in the elevator were whisked up quickly to another level of the building and placed straight onto a conveyor that took us to Seal Beach, several miles away. Seal Beach looked much like a fun zone, something like Coney Island or Balboa. I tried to call Holly, but my phone wouldn’t work. I was more than two hours late at this point, and had no way to reach her to let her know where I was.

Note: the morning after I had this dream I spoke with Holly on the phone. She said she’d tried to call me the night before, but the call wouldn’t go through.

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Betsy Lohrer Hall - Out Into The Storm

I am a man somewhat older (in real life I’m a woman in my 40s). I am in a beachside town and there is a storm coming. It’s a major storm which they anticipate will wash most of the shoreline beach and buildings into the ocean. I’m not prepared. My coat isn’t waterproof and because of my beard and the extra blanket that I have wrapped around me, people think I may be homeless. It’s an affluent neighborhood. They want me to MOVE ON. I stop into a beauty salon to get one last haircut and a new dress (?). They are packing to leave, but give me the address of another location on higher ground. They send me out in the gathering rain with peanuts and unpopped popcorn kernels in the big pockets of my coat.

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