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"Couldn't be any different"

Fell asleep for a snapshot of reality. That is, for that length of time. I may be sleeping now. I was up all night and spent the bulk of the day fucking up things at work. Tricky part is that work has actually been harder than usual (in all respects) and I have become less and less fit to deal all the way around.

But, in my splintered moment of sleep today after work I had one of those package-deal dreams in which there is no real sense of time, just a deep sense of plot. The entire story of the dream is there in a flash, but it is elaborated like it took the hours or days to unfold. Maybe it is a dream zip archive. Wait, I mean, stuffit.

I dreamed that I was working at the Monterey Bay aquarium when Ron dropped in with my kids and wife to ask me why I posted what I did about him on this blog. (I told you it is getting weirder to be me) He was playing with my kids and explained that he really WAS angry and that is why he spent so much time showing Janet the keys to joy and facing fears. Then he said he enjoys my kids because he always felt he had the wisdom of children.

Right in the middle of talking he turned to Janet and smacked her hard across the face with the back of his hand and then laughed and said, "yeah, like that!"

I guess I was working at the information booth because I was wearing a conductor's hat (as in train) and talking while looking at my pocket watch. Ron wanted to know why I commented about the impression his penis made. He demanded I mention Ray's tapering, bending penis. I told him it wasn't the right category for that sort of post and he hit Janet again.

Finally I handed him a brochure and said I was concerned that I had dropped below a certain threshold with regard to the comments about Curtis. I said I was going to give him some free passes to the park. Then it became clear that my subconscious is even more harsh than my waking, destructive-minded self.

In the dream Ron told me that I was wrong about him not calling Curtis back. He said his not calling Janet (or me) back when she was suicidal was because he didn't want to push her over the edge.

Still, the strangest part of all this is that the whole scene was jammed into my head in a flash. I don't think I nodded off for more than a minute or two in reality.

I think I'm starting to defy categorization.

Oh, thanks to those of you who wrote me back. I'll have a post later about the next project, for which I think I'm going to need to raise some cash. Animators, please apply here.

Posted: Tue - November 11, 2003 at 07:02 PM      

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