In consideration for the folks who read this blog and might not be as obsessed with Cohen songs as I right now am, I'll take a break from that topic today.
I found a journal of a dream I had sometime in 2006. It was one of these were you keep waking up, realizing you were dreaming, falling back asleep and falling back into the dream.
I wasn't "me," no sign of my life, except the woman protagonist of the dream was someone I knew back in Illinois. I'm censoring the name. It wasn't a dream "about" that person, because she was completely out of context, as well.
I was in her house. She was a roller derby queen. The old house was slanted disturbingly, it was hard to keep your balance when walking around. The house was full of people. There were a bunch of other roller derby queens hanging out doing publicity photos of them naked and oiled. It was a loud, active environment. The Mom of the place fed us a huge white trash meal, I didn't record the particulars.
After hanging around the house seeminly for days, the Father of the place showed up in the dream. He was a wild-eyed, unstable, Tom Waits pentecostal preacher kind of personality. He led the whole group on a kind of pilgrimage, which was a hike along an interstate, to a big old derelict farmhouse he wanted us to help fix up.
The alarm went off.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
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6 comments:
You attend roller derby, or at least have attended a roller derby, no?
Reading your description is weird because I absolutely conjured up a vision of the dream and the houses and the roller derby queens.
My dreams are horribly mundane. Seriously, I once dreamed about going to the mail box. That was the whole dream.
My dreams are almost always drenched in pop culture. I once had a dream where every TV show/movie I had watched recently made an appearance. Elements of Eerie Indiana, Firefly, Jurassic Park, Batman Begins, and Freaks and Geeks were all there - centered around the ending of the world, our small hometown's celebration of this, and my high school boyfriend.
You attend roller derby, or at least have attended a roller derby, no?
I made it to one match last year, Jae to two. If you click on the "roller-derby" label in the post you'll find a report of the one I attended.
Anna, what struck me as the weirdest thing about your odd dream about the end of the world was the phrase, "our small hometown's celebration of this."
Reading your description is weird because I absolutely conjured up a vision of the dream and the houses and the roller derby queens.
:-) That makes me happy.
What if I told you the cast of Firefly had to pee on the dinosaurs from Jurassic Park to kill them? Still the town thing?
Hmm, maybe not.
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