Monday, August 24, 2009

Dream Journal 11

at first i was talking with my old friend kyle niskanen about how attractive desirae hoskins was. he said that she was a girl that was just normal when you are talking with her and didnt strike him as particularly pretty. i disagreed and then said that i would rather have a sweet interesting girl than a pretty but boring girl.

at this point we got onto a school bus since we were on a field trip to somewhere and i moved to the back of the bus where i was sharing a seat with jake haarstad. he had a back massager cushion that looked really great and both alec (who was sitting in front of us) and i wanted to try it out.

when we got back to school we were all sitting at a table in the classroom. whitney came over and sat at the table with us and i felt very uncomfortable. i kept trying to not make eye contact or say anything to her. she made some comment about how bitter i was and it set me off. i called her a bitch as i got up from the table and stormed away. i left the classroom and then i left the school.

i think at this point i semi woke up and fell back asleep.

next i was lying in my bed and there was an elderly man lying across a bed where my dresser would be. he was a very famous director who had only ever done two plays in his life but they were both masterpieces by all accounts. we were talking about how his 2nd play was being turned into a movie featuring George Clooney, John Liguizamo, Rivers Cuomo, Lionel Ritchie, and Matt Damon. the play was about a bunch of neighboors who hate each other or get into large arguments for most of the play.

i was talking to the old man and saying how it could be a good movie if the actors lose their egos and try to go for a more subtle perfermance, or maybe not depending on how the play was. he said that he disagreed since "it isn't that kind of movie" and when i asked him what kind it was i only heard "ehh.." which was his death rattle. apparently he had been on his death bed and we were both in a hospital. my mom came in just as this happened and alerted the nurse that he had passed away. i let the nurse know what he had said and she said he was always saying semi-profound things.

next i was living a moment in his first play. i was a black man in some department store that was trying to find a fitting room to try on some jeans. i walked to the very end of an extremely long line of rooms and found one. it smelled bad but i shut the door behind me anyways and tried on the jeans.

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