Last night I dreamt that Zaza received a visa and came to visit me as a surprise. We went to buy groceries but I couldn't find my car so we walked. As we walked we got even more lost and suddenly we were walking near a place called the French Gorge. The water was beautiful and filled with violent whirlpools. The grass we walked upon was bright green and mossy. As we looked out at the water suddenly a large black and white shape began to emerge from the water that looked like a whale. It was so close we could almost touch it. As the shape broke through the water we saw that is was a cow. We learned that the cows entered the water to eat at the bottom and that when they needed to come back up the whirlpools sent them back to the surface and that the cows had taught themselves to do this. The cows were always placed standing back on the grass. We continued to walk and as we did the animals became more and more odd and frightening. Always Zaza held my hand and helped me walk along the increasingly rough terrain. Suddenly we found ourselves in an amusement park that only dealt with the strange animals we had seen along the way. The grocery store we wanted to go to was on the other side of the animal park. We paid to watch a show so that we could exit on the other side where we might catch a bus to the store. We sat in the front row for the show and suddenly various animals began to come in. Some where with trainers and others were untrainable and actually looking for one of us to be its prey. The first animal in was a bat so big and black that I became frightened. So frightened I got behind Zaza in his chair. He held me close and I thought I felt the bat come next to me, hovering, trying to get at me. White tigers came that somersaulted in the air. A dragon came, elephants came that were bigger than normal, other elephants came that had large sloping humps on their backs. Strange looking monkeys came. Some animals came and just disappeared into the audience. Because I was sitting behind Zaza on the same chair, my legs were straddling his. I caught him looking at my left leg which was bare as I had been wearing a dress. When we felt the last animal had come we got up to continue on with our journey.
As we got up to leave from the animal show I checked to see if indeed the bat had come near to me or was possibly still there. What I found instead was a jewelry box. The kind you find in tourist souvenir shops, the kind with a clear hard plastic cover. In the box was a bat pendant with a pair of glasses wedged into the v where the bat head and wings began. The glasses were encrusted with diamonds. I wondered if they were real diamonds and then noticed the sticker price of 23.93. I asked the person to my left if the item belonged to them and they denied my inquiry. Then I noticed a bunch of children in the row below me and I asked one child if it was theirs and she said no, but yelled to another kid that some lady, me, had found her necklace. The child came over, looked at it, and said it wasn't hers. The child's mother witnessed the last interaction and the child then decided that it was her necklace and ran to her mother to say I had her necklace. As the mother passed by, I once again, now asking the mother, inquired if the necklace was indeed her child's and she said: not any more, and walked away. I looked again at the pendant and tried desperately to understand why glasses had been put atop the bat and thought the whole thing ugly and left it on my seat for someone else.
Extraction: This dream is all fiction. I have never been anywhere like this before. The issue of cows surfacing from underwater I am sure I saw in some inflated blockbuster movie. Zaza is real. But I have never met him. He has tried for perhaps 20 years to get a visa to America or Canada with no luck at all. I have vaguely had fantasies about him but because I have never met him they are never real or clear. I can say however that Zaza is a gentle man and I'm certain he would be a tender protective man should I ever know him. The mother in this dream is again a nod to my own mother, but here not perceivable in this narrative, is her tone. "Not anymore" is the tone of my mother taking away things as a way of teaching unknown lessons.
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