Amy's couch was a real hotbed. I visited her in Chicago last weekend and spent each night curled under a colorful afghan and wandering strange streets with my eyes closed. I also have a few recurring dreams and experienced a double shot during my visit. Twice I dreamt that I'd finished an entire semester having grossly neglected a few classes. One was Latin class (taught by my high school Latin teacher, who hadn't aged a day), which was early in the morning and therefore quite missable. The other two were science and math classes I'd never attended. In fact, I hadn't taken the time to memorize their meeting times.

Shit, I thought. Did I miss them again this week?

A final paper was due in one class and I was showing up late for the last few periods packed with the knowledge that I hadn't even started the project and was dangerously close to the point of no return. The professor looked a lot like an English professor I had. One who dressed up in a wizard hat when he taught Beowulf.

I had the unmistakable sour stomach that comes with knowing you're about to fail, pay for a wasted semester, and postpone graduation by another four months. Where are the withdrawal options in these dreams?

I've never had a lucid dream but, oh, how I crave one. I suppose I got close when my time as a neglectful student gave way to dreaming that our friend Kristin was diagnosed with lupus. I wasn't aware that I was dreaming, but I knew I wanted to stick around and make sure she was okay. I wanted to check for lesions and bring her some aspirin. Perhaps it's a start.


theogeo said...

The first time I ever had a lucid dream, it scared the bejesus out of me. I felt like I was doing something extremely unsavory and forbidden.

Isn't it weird that so many of our dreams are eaten up by that sour stomach feeling — dread and anxiety over our suspected poor performance?

What's up with that?

phallicpen said...

Anxious in life, anxious in sleep.

It's been so long since my last relaxing, positive dream. In fact, I think doing it with Johnny Depp was it and that was five years ago.

Don't forget to tell your friends I nailed you.

theogeo said...

Normally I frown upon machismo, but that is so fucking hot I can't stand it.

Anonymous said...

Mine was with Patrick Dempsey. But we were only making out. Then my phone rang and woke me up. It was one of my employees calling out sick. Who knows where things could have gone if that employee had only taken better care of himself?

theogeo said...

Grey's Anatomy Patrick Dempsey or Can't Buy Me Love Patrick Dempsey?

You have the nicest pair of rhododendrons in town!

Anonymous said...

Grey's Anatomy Patrick Dempsey, homeslice! You da pedophile!