19 December 2006 by Published in: dreams 1 comment

Dream stuff in the extended entry.

Fading fast, but here’s what I can cling to. Near the corner of Delmar and Big Bend, there’s an empty wheelchair with a sign on the back. The sign says “Elgazad”, or something similar. The person I’m with tells me that’s the name of a god. For whatever reason, I assume the wheelchair belongs to the god, incarnate, and I’m wondering what kind of sorry god isn’t independently mobile.

We’re standing in line outside a restaurant or bar (or both). It has double glass doors with big square glass pieces for doorknobs (this is fairly common in Argentina). It’s some kind of WUTA get together. While we’re waiting, Tim sings me a song he’s written for me, which is really clever and funny (though, sadly, I can’t replicate any of the lyrics here). I tell him I would love to sing that Kim Gordon punk style. Then I’m humming a few bars of “Temple of Love” and Sarah asks me why that songs sound familiar. She says it sounds like “Today”. I tell her it is Sisters of Mercy, and if “Today” is a Stones song, then there would be the familiarity. (Amusingly, “Temple of Love” was not included in my Sisters of Mercy binge the other day.) We go inside and sit down and I’m writing something to read, but my handwriting doesn’t look like my writing at all. I totally squander this opportunity to read twice and lucid dream, by the way. I don’t remember, recently, another time when I was writing in my dream, especially not cursive, longhand.

The night before, I dreamed that we were supposed to go to Kelly’s house, but she wasn’t going to be home until 6 at night and she hadn’t mailed us a key. She told us to go hang out in this pub until she got home and I was all for 6 hours?! We were arriving around noon.

Soundtracks for the weekend nights: “White and Nerdy” by Weird Al Yankovic and “Zoom a little Zoom” by Tom Glazer and Dottie Evans.


Poet ad nauseum--Poemblaze
Sat 30th Dec 2006 at 1:57 pm

Hi Anna:

Am responding to your self-critiquing post below. I love most all you’ve written, so if you think my writing/critiques are worth something, perhaps reevalute. Hope to see you tuesday.

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