Dreams

Posted on February 18, 2003 in Dreams

1. I’m riding in a car with Tom Cruise who is angry with me. He says that my cel phone is interfering with some function of his car. He has me move it up to an indicator light on the strangely featureless dash. It glows. I turn it off. He says something about my camera also causing interference. Gleefully, I begin pulling out electronic equipment and checking to see if it affects the light.
   
2. I spit repeatedly in Strom Thurmond’s face, yelling at him for all the times he endorsed spitting on poor people in this country. He whimpers and loses his teeth.

3. From a few days ago: I have a job at a company whose president insists on using a bizarre variety of computer which relies on the insertion of cartridges to operate. It seems that I am the only one who dares to even attempt to learn how to operate the beast. The president is estatic. I go outside with some other employees who complain that in just nine days time I have become his favorite. I walk out to the edge of the company property, a rural road, and look both ways down the shaded lane.
   
4. A day or so later: I am lost inside the company building. The director of personnel sits at her computer, offering me no assistance.

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Note for Karen Zipdrive: I have not yet started taking the drugs my dentist prescribed for my post-surgical interlude. And I still don’t do bongs.