Bleah...

February 9, 2002

So reality for the beginning of the week was quite dulled by sickness. There is a certain scent to an apartment with a sick person. The air is hot and stuffy, a little sour, the lights dim or dark.

My dreams, on the other hand, were vivid and sharp, with plot and character, and everything reality was not.

I dreamt that I had lost my car somewhere in the Mission, or was it in South San Francisco? I was concerned because I needed to take it into the shop for a tune up, and I would miss my appointment. I was so distraught that I left my place with only a towel and slippers on. I was very uncomfortable as it was a cold cold night in the city.

I searched for my car by bus with my mother, who of course, chastised me for walking around in a towel. Her criticism grew more emphatic when I had us get off at the wrong stop. We were lost amongst hilly suburbia until we came across an open door to a bright living room...

I dreamt that my brother, friends, and I went on a night hike in the hills. We followed the dirt trails and other hikers until we got to a trailer park full of boats. Again, we followed the other hikers through the house boats, stopping occasionally to browse through other peoples' videotapes and old garage-sale knick-knacks, including this old Atari 2600 game that I had been looking for all my life...

I dreamt that I was going to attend a grand college in a giant metropolis with olive gray buildings with caramel colored trim. I climbed into an elevator to find the art department, only to be whisked away in a giant space station-like contraption the size of a small building.

It rushed on tracks that wound over the lush hills and valleys outside of the city, stopping at an old dusty ranch. I snuck inside, afraid of the emus, sheep, and women farming there. I ducked behind bushes and strawberry patches only to miss the art director among the dust wooden stairs.

Of course, I dreamt each dream thinking that it was real, and a profound insight to my life, only to wake in cold sweats in the dark.

So there are quite a few reasons why I am glad not to be sick now.