| Friday, October 14, 2005 |
| two dreams |
Remarkable if only for the fact that I remember them:
Back in or around Wheeling, I'm attending some family gathering or another, playing pool in someone's basement. It's probably Thanksgiving, or sometime shortly after my birthday anyway, because one of my aunts [DeeDee, probably] is asking me what it's like to be able to drink. I don't drink, of course, and she asks why. And here's the interesting bit: I tell her. In the dream, I tell her everything. I don't drink, I tell her, because I cling to my inhibitions; they keep me safe. That I'm afraid of what would happen if I lose control, lose myself, and start randomly groping every cute boy that I pass on the street. And just like that, I'm out to my family, and I smile.
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Back at my parents' house, in what may or may not be a separate or subsequent dream, my uncle Phil comes out of the upstairs bathroom, pulls out a handgun, and shoots me in the stomach. I pull out my own handgun and shoot him back, and he dies. At some point an ambulance transports me to the hospital, where I make a full recovery before returning to the UI.
Guest starring: Greg Grunberg as The Doctor, Colin Mockery as The Paramedic
Conspicuous by their absence: my father the paramedic, my mother |
posted by La Malinche @ 1:34 AM   |
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