more weird dreams last night. sort of along the lines of the “i can’t find my classroom” or “i forgot we were going to have a test” dreams that everyone, and i mean everyone these days seems to be having … i even heard a commentator on the radio mention it, characterizing it as a classic. did you know that?
just the idea that we’re all having the same dream kind of chills me out on another level, you know? kind of like the matrix.
but my dream last night or more likely early this am involve me driving in connecticut, and the roads were nuts. not that there was so much traffic, but there were exits all over the place and i didn’t know where i was going and i took the wrong one, and anita was giving me shit from the passenger seat, and i took another wrong turn, going kind of fast, and went off into the grass a little bit to make my turn on a cloverleaf style exit ramp from one freeway to another, but when i got to the top of the ramp, i realized it was actually an exit ramp, and it was a miracle we didn’t crash head on into someone else going down, but i had another problem, because now i was facing the oncoming traffic, so luckily there wasn’t any traffic at the moment and i crossed three lanes and there was no median, so i went on into the traffic on the other side of the highway, but now we were going in the wrong direction, and i exited one more time, but we found ourselves at a train station, still in the car, and now on a train, on a car-carrier, going back to new york city from whence we had come.
hm.
September 30, 2008 at 12:13 am
dad,
sounds a bit like your life, the highway version. but connecticut? why connecticut?
July 23, 2009 at 7:20 pm
believe it or not, I had the dream again.
but more recently I recalled that from time to time I listen to martin luther king sermons, and there’s one where he’s talking about the merit parkway in connecticut. “its a very fine parkway” he said, “but in Bridgeport, I got off the highway to visit with some friends. When it was time to get back on the highway to continue my journey, I got lost, and when I finally stopped to asked for directions, the man said, ‘you’re going the wrong way, you’ve got to go back to get to the highway, to continue on your way.'”
(“Rediscovering Lost Values”, 28 February 1954 see http://mlk-kpp01.stanford.edu/)