Tuesday, February 9, 2010
My father is not a violent man
The birds haphazardly flew around the house. It was chaotic. I was trying to figure out how to get them out when I walked into the room and saw my father with a rifle over his shoulder. Right as I walked in, he shot one of the birds. It stopped in mid flight and hung suspended in the air as all of it's feathers exploded in slow motion and left the flesh raw. I looked on in horror and started yelling at my dad. I later found out that he had shot all six, one over my bed so that a jumble of feathers and blood was left on the bedspread.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Not what I was expecting
I was standing in line at some fancy vegan pizza joint when someone came up to me and told me that someone was stealing my kitten. Of course, I didn't have a kitten (I'm actually slightly allergic to cats), but I had left my laptop outside the restaurant in the park where I had been hanging out, so I went over to the window to check on it. Sure enough, some girl was in the process of stealing my laptop, so I ran outside and started chasing her. She put my computer in the trunk of a station wagon, and closed the hatch. As she was about to pull off, I jumped up onto the roof of her car and held onto the roof rack as she drove away.
I started yelling at her through the open window of the car, and to my surprise, her response was neither violent nor angry. She countered my desperate pleas with a rational argument, and she drove safely so as not to dislodge me from the roof. We began to talk as friends might, and I realized that she was actually more sane--and easier to talk to--than everyone else I surrounded myself with on a daily basis. hmm.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Not quite apocalyptic
I was back in college (again), and the school year was just starting. I had kind of a peculiar living situation, you might say. I lived in a dorm room with seven other people. Our beds were precariously lofted and all conjoined to create one strangely shaped sleeping area... and virtually no personal space. We had been getting situated (my seven roommates and I), and then we heard of some sort of dangerous toxic mass in the hallway on the way to the dining hall. Yeah, it was kind of creepy, but we had trains that ran on tracks through the hallways, so we didn't think it would be too big of a deal. We got on the train, and looked out the windows, curiously, from the safety of our airtight train cars. It looked almost like the scene below the now abandoned stop under the World Trade Centers. Eerie, suddenly abandoned but dusty and dirty. Then, to our horror, the train started slowing down in the middle of this disaster zone. Everyone shielded their faces in desperation to stop the harmful vapors from getting in, but the doors opened. We were all exposed. I struggled, trying not to breathe. Maybe if I didn't breathe, I wouldn't take in the fumes, and everything would be ok. The doors closed and the train rattled down the track. Later, when I went back to my room, no one else was there. But the school was trying to keep the whole thing a secret. Their reputation was already in question. They didn't want to rock the boat (especially after that embarrassing Swine Flu outbreak). I looked outside my window. Students seemed to be going about their business as usual, cavorting across the quad, unknowingly walking right toward the disaster zone...
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
You were there, playing in the surf and harboring a terrible secret
The specifics of the nightmare? Well, she'd rather not say this time.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Apocalypse by water take two
For some reason, we all knew when the world would end, but no one knew how it would end. (It turns out we were actually one day off, and initially celebrated only to find out that it was really the next day).
(Note: This is pretty much what I wrote down in the middle of the night, but I left out the references to NPR people - interestingly, I was mostly surrounded by NPR people in my dream.)
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Looking on the bright side
Dream #1:
Working my butt off at Savory Cafe (where I held a brief stint as a part-time barista on the weekends.) There was a long line of customers, and people were getting kind of pushy and annoyed with my slow service. Instead of allowing this to get me down, however, I focused on the song that was playing in the background, which had the horribly cheesy/elementary lyrics, "Isn't this so wonderful?" repeated over and over... and not in an ironic way.
Dream #2:
Stepping out of a bathtub in the middle of a large open room and taking my time getting dressed and drying off only to later realize that someone (actually a fellow NPR intern, and a female) was sitting in the window sill ledge, casually peering over her book at my naked figure. Once she admitted to this voyeurism, I remember trying to remember if I had done anything embarrassing, which is strange--trying to remember within a dream. Of course, I was pretty mortified that she had been there the whole time, but then, she said, "No reason to feel ashamed. You have a beautiful body."
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
The other day,
"All the king's horses
and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty
together again."
Can't remember if the phrase actually pertained to my dream or not, but I thought the rhyme was pretty indicative of the current situation.