A half-dream, or delirium.
I think it may have been a combination of tiredness and the heat being on too high in our room last night, but how's this:
In my dream I couldn't call my friend Tatiana by name. If I enunciated her name I knew I would be physically ill. Thing is, I'm fairly sure I was actually partially awake for this dream, and every time I thought Tatiana, I had the same feeling I got a few weekends back where I knew, if I raise myself up, I'll be sick. (And I was right.)
There is just something so interesting about the dread that if a certain word is spoken it will do you harm. I'm not sure if that dream(?) is stranger than my delirious 4:30 a.m. belief that Antiguans had poisoned me and it wasn't fair because I'd never done anything for them to take retribution against and somehow James Joyce was involved. *shrugs*
I read a really bizarre play entitled By the Skin of Their Teeth with Sara today. She calls it "theatre of the absurd" and I'm inclined to agree, but parts of it were really damn funny for that very reason. Then I had my rendezvous and we watched Brotherhood of the Wolf. I left around seven and the walk back took about forty minutes. I was walking along 44th street or somewhere near that number, toward Troost, when I heard gunshots that sounded like they weren't too far north. So I decided I'd walk south along the street that turned out to be one block west of Troost until I got to Cleaver II. I crossed paths with the ambulance by the CVS pharmacy.
Today has definitely been an Adventure Day.
In my dream I couldn't call my friend Tatiana by name. If I enunciated her name I knew I would be physically ill. Thing is, I'm fairly sure I was actually partially awake for this dream, and every time I thought Tatiana, I had the same feeling I got a few weekends back where I knew, if I raise myself up, I'll be sick. (And I was right.)
There is just something so interesting about the dread that if a certain word is spoken it will do you harm. I'm not sure if that dream(?) is stranger than my delirious 4:30 a.m. belief that Antiguans had poisoned me and it wasn't fair because I'd never done anything for them to take retribution against and somehow James Joyce was involved. *shrugs*
I read a really bizarre play entitled By the Skin of Their Teeth with Sara today. She calls it "theatre of the absurd" and I'm inclined to agree, but parts of it were really damn funny for that very reason. Then I had my rendezvous and we watched Brotherhood of the Wolf. I left around seven and the walk back took about forty minutes. I was walking along 44th street or somewhere near that number, toward Troost, when I heard gunshots that sounded like they weren't too far north. So I decided I'd walk south along the street that turned out to be one block west of Troost until I got to Cleaver II. I crossed paths with the ambulance by the CVS pharmacy.
Today has definitely been an Adventure Day.