1.
Last night’s dream is equally hazy in memory as the previous
dream. All I recall are Oleg and Andrew,There was some sort of absurd challenge
that I was failing,akin to a high
school test,so the pervasive mood was angsty anxiety.
2.
I can only guess that it represented College, as well
as maybe scholastic education in general.
3.
There was some sort of a jungle gym or other such array.It was
night-time,and I was either charged with orself-appointed the task of finding
and caring)or at least keeping a close watch on) for a mentally handicapped
person.*
* This may have been inspired by Kresten’s job, in Actual
Life, babysittingand escorting an Autistic boy.
The setting was especially
Dark,and parts of the dream must have taken on qualities of a video game.
4.
As I look about my
Actual room now, some what horny and possessed of an adolescent ponderance,I am
caught by a box of untouched Sudoku cards standing upright with the back, with
its price tag, facing me. I am reminded, with
stark vividness, of my SAR Prep
cards.
All of my books, in their stacks
upon the floor, reflect now not my own Wisdom, suggestingthe author’s own
humanity,but the sterility of scholastic knowledgibility, as the cards
represent the temptations to pretension, sexually charged at the expense of being
emotionally stifled.
Yet
in describing it,the books and cards return to their intimate selves, the
eeriness of the pre monition not lost to me nonetheless.
5.
Parts of the dream had beenset in Palomar College.
Buildings—artificicial, sterile, blocky—dominated the twilit scene.
The Sprinter
train was there.I kept missing appointments.**
** Again,
falling short of expectations.
What had set this dream apart
particularly had been the apocalyptic
feel of parts of it.
I
kept going to a small pizza
parlour to buy pizza, a theme from a
younger dream.The pervasive mood was of being Hunted, constantly, by some domineering, totalitariaentity.
At timesIwould wander about the
city with a band of young hoodlums.
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