Dream: Alien Poet Laureates
I NEVER get fevers. I have been horribly ill and I always have a hard time getting the doctors to take me seriously because my temp will be up to 98.6, and they insist that it's normal. Last night I felt like my eyes were burning and my head was on fire and when I took my temperature- it was 101.7. I thought maybe I had actually swallowed the time vortex myself (OM I LOVE Dr.Who. I know I'm the last person in the world on that bandwagon- but I adore him. More on that later) Anywho, I went to sleep still burning up and this was my dream or series of dreams:
First:
I'm in a very strange building. It's a high school, but it's all concrete and smooth and there are floating slabs of concrete rising in spirals for stairs and there are places where the floor actually drops off into an abyss. I am going around with my friends I guess and I run into someone who hands me a crumpled paper lunch bag with a message on it. It says something to the effect of I know who you really are. Please find me. signed Jen Chai. It becomes clear to me that I don't belong in this strange concrete world where everyone is the same. They don't look the same- but they are the same. Kind of like Wrinkle in Time I guess. So I start looking for other messages, for someone who seems different. but it's pretty much impossible because everyone is the same. I tell my friends that I've gotten a message and they tell me it must be a secret admirer and that it's probably this guy that I go to class with. So there follows some intrigue and scheming to get him to admit that he likes me and in the meantime, I find more clues. There are more paper lunch bags and a card. All with variations of the same message. I start trying to figure out where the bags are from and who it could be. I figure out that it's a girl somehow. I am closing in on finding her and figuring out a way to get us out of the place when it switches:
Second: I am in this story line, but there are times when it switches perspective and I am watching it like a film. I am in a town I don't recognise. There are a lot of fields just outside the town and I am at another school or maybe a community center. There's a really nice theatre, with a main space and then several smaller rehearsal rooms where i see other groups practicing, but we have to go outside and down some different sidewalks to portable trailers to use for our dressing rooms. We're putting on a show and I've got actors in it- some people I know (Al and Chelsea from the trolleys) and some actual actors (Sandy from Glee, the girl from Being Erica). There is something terribly wrong. And at first I think it's the show. We're not ready and there's so much to do and i can't get the actors to quiet down and listen to me. i have the classic stage manager moment where they're all backstage and I'm trying to get their attention and I'm trying to yell over them, but my voice goes out and they can't hear me. It turns out that we are having a guest performer in our show- the star of the show is Alberto Torres- the poet laureate of some South American country. And supposedly Sandy is that person. Well no one is questioning that at all until actors start disappearing. At first i think they're flaking out on me and going off to smoke pot or have sex or one of the other annoying backstage things they do and I'm trying to find them. But I can't. I just find their shoes, or their coat. At the same time- (and this is a little embarrassing) things are progressing between me and Al. We are apparently already best friends and we take these long walks around the complex and the fields outside and talk and talk and he's very calming and comforting and fun. (which is actually true about real Al as well. I think that this is my subconscious trying to find a real guy that I like and have no reason to distrust, as opposed to revealing that i have feelings for him. Cuz I really don't). Anyway- Al and I go investigating and at some point it hits me. Alberto Torres is NOT Sandy from Glee. I tell Al my revelation and he says he didn't really think he was a real latino since he was so pasty and liked eating taco bell. So I realize the female lead (girl from being Erica) is missing and so is Fake Alberto, and I go rushing to find her. In the meantime- I see the next scene play out.Sandy offers to give her a lift into town. everyone is meeting up at the bar to celebrate a good opening night. She agrees to go with him cuz she feels sorry for him. He's old and foreign and doesn't really fit in. They are driving with the top down and he offers her his coat because it's chilly. She takes it. It's a starry night and he pulls off the roads by some woods. He gets out of the car and she follows out of curiosity. What are we doing? I just wanted to stop and look at the sky. You see that star right there? That's my home. Haha. Is that from a poem you wrote? No. It's the truth. And she looks at him and his whole body starts to glow and grow and he comes at her to absorb her and she starts to back up and try and talk him down but it's too late. too late.
I get there and all I see is a coat.
Now I'm back in the concrete and space place, only this time, it's supposed to be Taylor. I've had to go back after 8 years because i'm trying to get into grad school and they said with the way that English literature has changed in recent years, they really couldn't count my English classes. They agree to take some, but I have to go back and retake Brit Lit because it's all different now due to recent discoveries. (Jane Austen was a vampire and there were zombies in Pride and Prejudice. Charles Dickens stopped an alien invasion and Queen Victoria was a werewolf, etc). I go back to take my class and it's all hogwash. I'm arguing with the teacher that there's no way that hundreds of years of literature and history could just be tossed out the window because somebody discovered "new" materials. Edward from Twilight was in my class and he was arguing that vampires were in the stories all along, but people tried to suppress their history. i said if all vampires were as whiny as him there was no suprise the rest of us didn't want them ruining our stories. Then Al jumped in and made some wise cracks about sissy boys in literature probably were vampires. Like Heathcliff probably was one.
Then it's graduation and I am expected to walk across the stage and get my diploma. Again. I'm so ticked off because I already DID this. And now I'm really old compared to these kids. They have no idea what they're getting into and I'm all jaded and chubby and wrinkled. I'm complaining to Al and he tells me to suck it up and my friend Kristy (who is suddenly there) is upset because i said I'm pissed off and she says that it's not a nice thing to say, surely there's a more polite way to say I'm upset. So we all three spend about 10 minutes throwing out adjectives and trying to come up with a polite way to say you're furious. And Edward turns around and says he's going to bite us all if we don't shut up. And I lean over to Kristy and say, Now that's T.O.'ed.
Shortly after I start walking up to the stage I wake up.
Hmmm.I thought once I wrote it out I would understand what it meant better, but I don't. Now it's so late in the day though- I'd better get moving. I like having things to do on Saturdays, but I kind of miss just laying around and doing nothing.
First:
I'm in a very strange building. It's a high school, but it's all concrete and smooth and there are floating slabs of concrete rising in spirals for stairs and there are places where the floor actually drops off into an abyss. I am going around with my friends I guess and I run into someone who hands me a crumpled paper lunch bag with a message on it. It says something to the effect of I know who you really are. Please find me. signed Jen Chai. It becomes clear to me that I don't belong in this strange concrete world where everyone is the same. They don't look the same- but they are the same. Kind of like Wrinkle in Time I guess. So I start looking for other messages, for someone who seems different. but it's pretty much impossible because everyone is the same. I tell my friends that I've gotten a message and they tell me it must be a secret admirer and that it's probably this guy that I go to class with. So there follows some intrigue and scheming to get him to admit that he likes me and in the meantime, I find more clues. There are more paper lunch bags and a card. All with variations of the same message. I start trying to figure out where the bags are from and who it could be. I figure out that it's a girl somehow. I am closing in on finding her and figuring out a way to get us out of the place when it switches:
Second: I am in this story line, but there are times when it switches perspective and I am watching it like a film. I am in a town I don't recognise. There are a lot of fields just outside the town and I am at another school or maybe a community center. There's a really nice theatre, with a main space and then several smaller rehearsal rooms where i see other groups practicing, but we have to go outside and down some different sidewalks to portable trailers to use for our dressing rooms. We're putting on a show and I've got actors in it- some people I know (Al and Chelsea from the trolleys) and some actual actors (Sandy from Glee, the girl from Being Erica). There is something terribly wrong. And at first I think it's the show. We're not ready and there's so much to do and i can't get the actors to quiet down and listen to me. i have the classic stage manager moment where they're all backstage and I'm trying to get their attention and I'm trying to yell over them, but my voice goes out and they can't hear me. It turns out that we are having a guest performer in our show- the star of the show is Alberto Torres- the poet laureate of some South American country. And supposedly Sandy is that person. Well no one is questioning that at all until actors start disappearing. At first i think they're flaking out on me and going off to smoke pot or have sex or one of the other annoying backstage things they do and I'm trying to find them. But I can't. I just find their shoes, or their coat. At the same time- (and this is a little embarrassing) things are progressing between me and Al. We are apparently already best friends and we take these long walks around the complex and the fields outside and talk and talk and he's very calming and comforting and fun. (which is actually true about real Al as well. I think that this is my subconscious trying to find a real guy that I like and have no reason to distrust, as opposed to revealing that i have feelings for him. Cuz I really don't). Anyway- Al and I go investigating and at some point it hits me. Alberto Torres is NOT Sandy from Glee. I tell Al my revelation and he says he didn't really think he was a real latino since he was so pasty and liked eating taco bell. So I realize the female lead (girl from being Erica) is missing and so is Fake Alberto, and I go rushing to find her. In the meantime- I see the next scene play out.Sandy offers to give her a lift into town. everyone is meeting up at the bar to celebrate a good opening night. She agrees to go with him cuz she feels sorry for him. He's old and foreign and doesn't really fit in. They are driving with the top down and he offers her his coat because it's chilly. She takes it. It's a starry night and he pulls off the roads by some woods. He gets out of the car and she follows out of curiosity. What are we doing? I just wanted to stop and look at the sky. You see that star right there? That's my home. Haha. Is that from a poem you wrote? No. It's the truth. And she looks at him and his whole body starts to glow and grow and he comes at her to absorb her and she starts to back up and try and talk him down but it's too late. too late.
I get there and all I see is a coat.
Now I'm back in the concrete and space place, only this time, it's supposed to be Taylor. I've had to go back after 8 years because i'm trying to get into grad school and they said with the way that English literature has changed in recent years, they really couldn't count my English classes. They agree to take some, but I have to go back and retake Brit Lit because it's all different now due to recent discoveries. (Jane Austen was a vampire and there were zombies in Pride and Prejudice. Charles Dickens stopped an alien invasion and Queen Victoria was a werewolf, etc). I go back to take my class and it's all hogwash. I'm arguing with the teacher that there's no way that hundreds of years of literature and history could just be tossed out the window because somebody discovered "new" materials. Edward from Twilight was in my class and he was arguing that vampires were in the stories all along, but people tried to suppress their history. i said if all vampires were as whiny as him there was no suprise the rest of us didn't want them ruining our stories. Then Al jumped in and made some wise cracks about sissy boys in literature probably were vampires. Like Heathcliff probably was one.
Then it's graduation and I am expected to walk across the stage and get my diploma. Again. I'm so ticked off because I already DID this. And now I'm really old compared to these kids. They have no idea what they're getting into and I'm all jaded and chubby and wrinkled. I'm complaining to Al and he tells me to suck it up and my friend Kristy (who is suddenly there) is upset because i said I'm pissed off and she says that it's not a nice thing to say, surely there's a more polite way to say I'm upset. So we all three spend about 10 minutes throwing out adjectives and trying to come up with a polite way to say you're furious. And Edward turns around and says he's going to bite us all if we don't shut up. And I lean over to Kristy and say, Now that's T.O.'ed.
Shortly after I start walking up to the stage I wake up.
Hmmm.I thought once I wrote it out I would understand what it meant better, but I don't. Now it's so late in the day though- I'd better get moving. I like having things to do on Saturdays, but I kind of miss just laying around and doing nothing.