Dream Log: May 15, 2000 (idea)
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Mon May 15 2000 at 13:18:34
For the talent show,
had put together all his
into a giant slab. He hadn't done it right and it broke. I knew I was
the only one who could fix it
. I yelled to
to hand me a 4x2 but she wouldn't help. A semi truck backed up to unload more legos and the slab kept
breaking apart in my hands
and I was crying uncontrollably, I cried more when I realized my puffy eyes would keep me offstage as well as Bryant, who'd disappeared. I wanted to find him so I could finally kiss him.
that her cards had been printed out with her name spelled wrong. She set me to work writing her name on folded
; they'd have to do. I spelled it wrong too but figured it didn't matter. She lay back in the
came in to tell her what her son had been doing. She sat up and screamed at her.
wouldn't do that! He would not!
I was her for a minute, and understood why she was angry.
had been talking about putting in a tub for as long as I could remember; I'd believe it when I sat in it. He was digging the hole, though, that was something. He left it half-finished and I scooped out a few handfuls of wet dirt. Bugs erupted out,
s, all the long squiggly kind of bugs. They were growing and multiplying and I knew they were headed for the
eat the poop and grow stronger
. I knew they would weaken the ground and open the poop reservoir to the air and I knew we were in for a big stink. The biggest centipede came for me. It was flat and its segments shimmied as it ran - it was quick as a cat. I ran and jumped and finally found a can of
and sprayed it till it was white all over and it still would not stop. Then it was
and I still kept spraying it and I was not sorry.
Gone back to school and had hundreds of new writing credits to my name. Where had I gotten the time? New
and a couch with many pillows.
Me and the cast of
were hanging out in New York cause that's what we do.
was sad and somber so we left him in the park. The rest of us went home on streets lifted from
driving the big yellow truck.
How are we fitting through the street in this thing?
I wondered, but knew better than to think too hard about it.
wouldn't shut up and Joey sang loud,
some dumb song
that had been on the radio a few years ago, the guy forgetting the name of a woman he'd just slept with. At first that made me nervous but he remembered who it was by the end of the song and I joined in on the chorus and felt better.
I saw the men haul up the
sign, which meant that conditions were right for them to be out and playing. I lay down on the warm ground and looked at the sign. Flat and calm blue paint. Tiny dolphins frozen mid-leap. I wanted to make myself calm and flat and blue. As I watched, the dolphins
. When I looked away from the sign it disappeared and I was neck deep in the ocean and there were
children and dolphins
all around me. It was hard to tell which was slipping past me, flashing silver underwater.
I like it!
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why the so-called normal people do crazy stuff
But the last half of the book is blank, and the author is gone.
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