I dreamed last night that a Catholic priest interviewed me to evaluate how good a person I am. His decision: 3.2 on a scale of 5. I defended myself, pointing out that I am thoughtful, compassionate, honest, generous… “Yes, but you’re not Catholic. You’re not even religious.” He also read some of my writing, declaring that it has potential except that it doesn’t make any sense.
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Anxiety Dream #2
I had just remodeled my living room when lava started seeping in through the base of the front wall. Within seconds a grey, steaming, bubbling skin had covered the floor leaving only tiny bare patches of oak. Suddenly I realized: Damn, I shouldn’t have turned on that lava machine!, which I guess was a feature of my remodel — maybe a cutting-edge, green way to heat my floors? I went to flip off the switch […]
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I had my first bone-rattling pre-travel anxiety dream last night. Some nerdy guy in his forties was in a motel room near mine, packing for our rafting trip that was to leave that morning. He was rolling up a big scrolling paper that looked sort of like the Torah. It’s homework Mom wants me to do while I’m gone. Look. I unfurled the infinite list of word problems, none of which made any sense. Go […]
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The instant-messages that fly between Lulu and me are always scintillating and, as you can see, sometimes even touching: Yo-Nenny — I keep telling you: if you want me to write about you too, you have to come over so I have something to say. Okay? Honestly: daughters! I spoke with one of my doctors today. Not my new foot guy from England or my old foot guy whom I miss. Not the eccentric surgeon […]
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