Last night, I had a shapeless dream
in which people I’m friends with on Facebook but have never met before appeared
as first and last names in blue bold on a white background, accompanied by
thumbnail photos. In the dream, when I pictured their names or spoke to them,
the thought was always preceded by an @ symbol.
I also dreamt a few nights ago that
a group of kids from my school were intent on murdering another student. They
marched—with comical slowness—down the hallway, three of them brandishing
kitchen knives. I was in front of them, backing up and waving my hands and
trying to make them stop, shouting things like, “This is fucked UP!” and “What
the FUCK, guys?!” When they kicked open the door to her room, their target was
there, holding a ukelele, apparently ambivalent to her fate. They advanced into
the room, and I ran away, screaming again, “This is fucked UP!”
After
that, I went to a restaurant where everyone was barefoot. I thought that was
disgusting and I left. I told myself I would drop out of school if they killed
that girl.
In
the dreamworld, I don’t know if they did.
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I have two Twitter-length fictions up at trapeze magazine. For hyperlink purposes
I’ve titled them “God-Given Ass” and “Right As (Acid) Rain.”
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