Things You Learn About Dreams
November 28th, 2007
it was a long time ago. i opened the book and read the first page, perhaps a little too recklessly. there was a story on it - short, sweet and snowy. pause for some time-travel : i’m thinking back to that time at Toastmasters, the watered-down teh tarik, the elderly Grammarian, a guy called Fai, and me… me turning around to say, ‘yes?’ and then regretting it immediately. and now i’m back to the book in my hands, as i stand in front of a dust-collecting bookcase with a table behind me that in later years would become very special. a table that in later years would be given away, and i would never see it again. my last day there is hazy; i dont remember if i knew it was my last day there. but does it really matter? the couch stinks now, it reeks of green tank tops. my memory of the living room has become narrow-eyed and wary. i wish to forget it sometimes.
i had a dream the other night. in it, i was asking angrily, ‘do you want to get out of my house?’ and he said, ‘yes’. so i said, ‘okay, go.’ i dont know if he chose to go, because reality’s phone rang then, pulling me by the stomach out of my restless slumber and turning my nervous hypothalamus inside out until i was shocked awake - back in the world of the living and caffeinated, back in the world where phones ring at the most crucial moments of your dreams. i picked up the phone and saw that the caller was the person who may or may not have left my house. baby, i had a bad dream, i whispered. and he soothed me and calmed me all the way from there - that city with the ubiquitous traffic light sounds and the sloping slopey slope down to Queen’s Road Central - sending me his love and very, very obviously not leaving my house. thank you for not going.
i can see my toes from where i’m sitting, and i suppose that it’s a good and healthy thing to be able to see your toes. very much recommended by the experts! long live visible toes. but i fear that if the haze gets any worse, i wont be able to see them anymore. the air will be thick and dusty like the last time my brother ran combustion experiments in the oven and the whole apartment was filled with pizza-box smoke. sorta like haze, but the difference is that the person responsible for the pizza-box smoke (my brother) was sorry. but we flung our windows open anyhow.
went out with lynn and st and ivan for dinner yesterday. it was very good and i laughingly told them Waffle84’s 3 rules for buffet dinners. rule #3 was to not drink any water, but ivan blatantly defied this by grabbing my glass of strawberry juice and downing it, because i was wailing about wanting to change my drink (the strawberry juice was really bad, and each person only gets one glass to fill with whatever choice of beverage) but there was nowhere to empty the glass into. and apparently ivan thought the best place to empty it would be his stomach, and that’s what he did. for me! even if it meant breaking rule #3 and drinking vile fruit juice! awwww ivan. <3 chivalry is not dead because you’re alive. MWAH. happy belated birthday to a fabulous you :)
Entry Filed under: Daily Grind, Musings
