ten minutes post

i'm leaving for the farm in ten minutes. here's talking about what i would be talking about, instead of just saying it.

last night i had two dreams, which is what i get for going to bed early. the first was at lake ridge. i met mr. fouts between the music mod and the business office (the old places, not where they are now) and we walked across the playground (instinct says quad?) toward the kindergarten classrooms. the crc. we ran across sara and corinne and jj walking from brown hall to the lower school. the youngers had backpacks. i guess they went to school there. we waved (on s'est fait un geste). when we got to the crc i left mr. fouts and walked into the library, which was suddenly old. i can't place where i got the images, but it was dark and stone and wrought iron. in disrepair rather than majestic and historic. i went from place to place yelling. i walked to a clouded mirror and yelled at my reflection. the sign by the mirror indicated that blind people saw ghosts in the reflection there. i yelled at people coming down the stairs. i woke up (around 2).

in the second dream, laura chun and someone else (kristen? kim?) were riding down a river with me on a raft which then became a hard hull normal speedboat. we stopped at a riverside cabin and were poking around. there was a dog. i took a banana. i got paranoid and looked around outside. a coast guard boat was coming around the bend to arrest us for trespassing. i pushed the boat off and dove into the water. i woke up (around 445).

there was a third. maybe a fourth too. one at sara's house. it was a big manor house and her cats were oversized too. i wandered in the rooms. on second thought, it was also more like a church. or at least like my dream churches. i don't remember it so well.

the last had a tower with a big elevator, even a train to ascend. it was like the cn tower in that the point was just to be tall. it was over water and divers went off the top and ripped into the water. an amateur tried and missed the mark, apparently wounding her/himself. he/she seemed to worse for wear, though and came up the tower again. but at the top, s/he just comforted her mother for having died. s/he flew off the tower again, this time for real, apparently. there was trouble getting down. i ended up at a train depot, then a secret café in the belly of the tower. at some point i woke up. it was 650. i turned off my alarm and got up.

i didn't say everything. but that's how it goes.