21.12.08

Had a dream last night that I was supposed to memorize and play a song on piano for everyone in class (made-up class, people I didn't know, anonymous faces). Instead, I remembered the first two notes--the middle E and G simultaneously-- then began to smack the piano, bang on it, screaming, beating, flailing. The keys came off and I threw them in my peers faces, in my teacher's face. I tried to remember the song several times, but repeated the same two notes before I began to beat the shit out of it. I lost it. And I know there was more to the dream, but I've forgotten already.

Reminds me of other dreams I've had lately though: first, there was the second part of my apocalypse dream; after I'd woken up from a dream-meteor slamming into the street in front of me, I fell half-asleep again, to have a lucid dream about running down some boardwalk in some beach town-- it was entirely deserted, early morning hours at dawn. I found HM's (one of my least favorite English professors) pizza party in one of the buildings, broke in, and began to throw around slices of pizza in everyone's face. I eventually found a slice of mushroom pizza-- I'm a vegetarian, even in dreams-- crammed it into my mouth whole, ran to the bathroom to get away from the fuming HM, broke a window, climbed out into the street, and ran down to the water, swinging my pants around my head and screaming.

Second, I had a dream about walking around some shopping center with CA (some girl I've never said more than 5 words to, who was in my Shakespeare class last semester), and she was showing me clothing and stores, explaining things to me. Then, I get separated from her while we're climbing some turnstile and she runs on ahead or something-- vanished. On my own, I go into the video game arcade, and everyone begins to stare, laugh, point. I grab food off peoples' tables-- particularly pizza, if I remember correctly-- and begin to throw it in their faces, even chew it up and throw the pizza-cud in their appalled, wide-mouthed faces. Somehow, I run out and escape the angry mob I incited.

So, what do we make of food-fighting (piano-fighting?), of my indignant anger in each of these? Are these "fuck-the-haters" dreams, or are they, "you're-losing-your-shit" dreams?

Good questions, class. Good questions.

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