This morning I had a couple of odd and vivid dreams.
1. I brought my dogs to a piano lesson. My dogs were my dogs -they were Jamie and Max- but they were tiny little retarded people. They were both about three feet tall and a little chubby with gray hair (Max wore glasses.), and they were jumping all over the piano teacher and hooting. I told the teacher to just turn her back and they’d stop.
2. I was in college in Alaska, sitting in a car in front of a diner with a guy I dated at BU. I was getting ready for a Russian history exam. He got out of the car to go into the diner first, but stopped in the parking lot and carjacked a woman and her kids. I got the license plate number and called the police. He was caught, and I missed my Russian exam. I asked him what the hell he was doing, and he said the there was something wrong with the anti-depressant he was taking, and it caused a “dissociative episode.” I began to consider that although my excuse for missing my exam was valid, maybe I ought to drop out of school and start over somewhere else.
3. I was at a wedding (also in Alaska) with Scott. He had blisters on his feet from his shoes and insisted on seeing a doctor. I kept finding shards of plastic in my mouth, and thought that although I should see a doctor about that, we should wait until Monday and make an appointment somewhere. Scott was adamant that we go to one oft hose urgent care clinics that doesn’t take insurance. As I pulled pieces of plastic out of my mouth, I explained to him that it would cost $320 for each of us.
