Drips


"ploink"

The first real sleep in days has brought with it the rains. It really did rain outside, but in my dreams there were lots of leaks and some serious drips. I ran from room to room trying to stop water that was welling up outside under the door-jambs. I kept throwing dishtowels to sop up the water and then I'd notice that the wind outside was blowing water through the window seals. I would put towels there and stuff them into the creases between the window and the wall. Then the ceiling would drip. The thing is, each leak was "discovered" by me in another room. I'd be in a kitchen room fixing a leak and then I'd have to run upstairs to block some other leak. I'd go through the living room to find water pooling in the fireplace. It was a super-panic dream. While I was doing that each room had some freaking thing happening in the background. Ted Kennedy and Johnny Carson were in black and white in the laundry room and Kennedy was in boxers and socks with suspenders. Carson was talking to him with a wireless microphone that he was going to use to show the audience the inside of an upright dryer. In the yard there were these circus people who would fall on their sides (into mud puddles) and pretend to be dead if they thought I was watching. Somehow I could turn that value on and off (them knowing I was watching) without actually turning away. They were all in colour against the brownish mud and bricks in the backyard. I got really worried about wether anyone had cleaned up after the dog. In the mud it would have been impossible to tell.

I had another dream that there was electricity in things it didn't belong in. Sandwiches and billiard balls all had electric charge and I had to sort out how to carry any number of odds and ends in a same bag. The concern was that a certain combination would cause a reaction and shock me. I think this is actually some strange fusion of the goddam Survivor episode last night (curse that show) and the section of Richard Feynman's book about Los Alamos and how they handled the enriched materials. How can you tell?

Right before I woke up (late because I managed to switch off the alarm clock during a snooze alarm) I was dreaming about horses that were bleeding where the jockey's legs rubbed. No one was stopping the race but at the photo finish they were retouching the pictures to hide the wear-marks from the legs. I did see a black and white photo of Seabiscuit yesterday in a frame shop. Maybe that sparked it. The blood, well, that's my own original work.

Posted: Wed - November 12, 2003 at 07:21 AM      

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