Two Dreams

Posted on October 29, 2002 in Dreams

I woke up between genders….

1. I’m a woman and I’ve gone back to school in Claremont to continue my education. I attempt to ride my bike to school but the first parking lot that I come to is full. I double back and find that the south road is blocked. So I detour east and north along a busy residential avenue. The drivers of the cars either don’t see me or don’t care that I have the right of way: I must keep dodging them while I work over to the left lane to make a turn. I go for only a few blocks before I see a sign that says San Bernardino County Line. It seems to be in the wrong place and entirely in the wrong direction. I cross into a neighborhood which does not jive with my memory, either: the people here live in pastel round turrets congregated around a wooded amphitheater. I turn around and make a right onto the street that runs along the San Bernardino County line. A group of hospital orderlies run a roadblock at the bottom of the hill. They force me into a bus filled with other people who they are taking to an insane asylum. The bus crashes and the police come. I escape.
   
   

2. I’m back at college and apparently male. I share a room with five other guys, a couple of whom appear only rarely. I start walking with Dan Davis, a college friend who looks like Jesus Christ, towards another college where we are cross-registered for a class. We discuss the options. I mention that I know someone who wants to cross-register. Dan suggests that she enroll at Princeton. I ponder registering for Duke courses from UNC Chapel Hill. As we stroll up Dartmouth Avenue, we check out the buildings that have been put up since we enrolled. Nothing seems to fit a single style. I remember one bone white building that looks like the cross between a gothic basilica (e.g. the Sainte Chapel) and a skyscraper. We turn and head towards Pitzer College where we plan to eat lunch in the cafeteria. We tell a youngster who is following us the old Claremont saw about “Scrippsies to wed, Pitzies to bed, and a Pomona girl is a friend for life.” “I had a Pomona girlfriend,” I say.