All I have to do is dream
I blame Ursula Hegi for that last post. Well, mostly my tired and overheated self. I've decided to oust any similar emotional moments the instant I feel them setting in. The remaining weeks of this summer are going to be tough enough without any weepy nonsense creeping in.
I had another dream a couple nights ago:
I was on this huge lawn with a whole crew of people. Everyone was in small clusters gathered near individuals chalking something onto the field. They looked like they were drawing flowcharts, but when I got close, they were tedious, multi-step organic chemistry syntheses. I tried to talk to the girl doing one for my group, but she didn't seem to be able to hear me. Golliver and Louie from high school were there, along with Schwid and Leo and those kids, standing in a circle and talking amongst themselves.
The girl working on the reaction started crying, and I didn't understand it because it was really tricky, so I didn't how to help. The circle of guys didn't notice, even though I got the sense that they were on the same team as this girl. We were competing against the clock and against all the other groups of people, but I don't know what for. A judge came by and pointed out an error at the very top, at which point the girl stopped crying and started scribbling madly.
I went to join the circle of boys, right next to Seth, but before I could say anything, a smaller boy who kept switching between Adam Petkun and Speedy climbed on top of me. I was leaning back against what felt like a generator at the edge of the circle, and he was standing on my feet facing out, like I used to do with Dad when I was younger.
He solidified as Speedy for a few seconds, but he had broad shoulders and his weight made me tip forward onto the balls of my feet. I laughed, as did the boy (switching again, now a kid I used to babysit, and twisting to look up at me) and everyone in the circle. I saw the girl who'd been kneeling in the grass, writing, look up and laugh with everyone else and I suddenly awoke.
I had another dream a couple nights ago:
I was on this huge lawn with a whole crew of people. Everyone was in small clusters gathered near individuals chalking something onto the field. They looked like they were drawing flowcharts, but when I got close, they were tedious, multi-step organic chemistry syntheses. I tried to talk to the girl doing one for my group, but she didn't seem to be able to hear me. Golliver and Louie from high school were there, along with Schwid and Leo and those kids, standing in a circle and talking amongst themselves.
The girl working on the reaction started crying, and I didn't understand it because it was really tricky, so I didn't how to help. The circle of guys didn't notice, even though I got the sense that they were on the same team as this girl. We were competing against the clock and against all the other groups of people, but I don't know what for. A judge came by and pointed out an error at the very top, at which point the girl stopped crying and started scribbling madly.
I went to join the circle of boys, right next to Seth, but before I could say anything, a smaller boy who kept switching between Adam Petkun and Speedy climbed on top of me. I was leaning back against what felt like a generator at the edge of the circle, and he was standing on my feet facing out, like I used to do with Dad when I was younger.
He solidified as Speedy for a few seconds, but he had broad shoulders and his weight made me tip forward onto the balls of my feet. I laughed, as did the boy (switching again, now a kid I used to babysit, and twisting to look up at me) and everyone in the circle. I saw the girl who'd been kneeling in the grass, writing, look up and laugh with everyone else and I suddenly awoke.