Thursday, August 6, 2009

Dreams are like pictures, if I'm not in them and nobody's naked, I don't care.

So, since I know everyone loves to hear about other people's dreams*, I'm going to tell you all about how I had a dream last night that I adopted an autistic child, and then cured him of autism by following him to the desert, which was being overrun by maggots that swarmed over a herd of donkeys and ate them alive and then came after us, and we escaped by getting into a school bus and driving away and crashing into a dinner party being given in our honor, where I got yelled at for upsetting the child and was told to rub his ears to make him calm down.

I think it was an anxiety dream because I found out that one of our orientation activities at school will involve a big bulletin board with our names and places of birth on it, and we're supposed to interact with one another based on shared culture or something, but I was born in Macon, Georgia and I'm terrified of the people who will approach me based on that fact, since I only lived there for 9 months and apparently didn't even wear clothes for that whole time. I wish I had lied on my application.







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*The title is a paraphrase of Dennis from Always Sunny in Philadelphia. And I agree with him, but I'm telling you my dream anyway. Because I don't care what you want to hear.


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4 comments:

  1. Is the autistic child your mind's manifestation of your discomfort with socializing with people?

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  2. Oooh, everyone's going to think you're southern! This should be fun.

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  3. Saturday: Very nice interpretation! Is your husband teaching you psychology now?

    Shine: That's exactly what I'm afraid of.

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  4. Feel free to take a recording device.

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