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stargirl0 in Nantucket is doing 28 things including…

post quotes from my dreams

4 cheers

 

stargirl0 has written 25 entries about this goal

Bob Dylan and I, sitting next to a river.

“Let me just say,” I say. “Beat poetry? Fuck that.
“I know,” he says, somewhat sheepishly.
“Sorry, have you gotten that, like, every day for the past thirty years?”
“More or less,” he says.
Later, we see a bright light on the opposite shore of the lake that descends, hovers, then lifts back up. He pulls out a digital camera and films it.
“Dude, was that a UFO?” I ask, laughing.
“Of course,” he says. Of course!



hilariously relevant.

I was reading a poem. The first line was something like “the poet has [verb]ed _”. It was maybe thirty evenly measured lines long, one big stanza, and there was a repeating theme of something like “as certainly as Eckvolt lived under the sea”. Eckvolt might have been the name of a Christian saint who was martyred by being thrown into the ocean? Or maybe a saint who just decided to move down there, I’m not sure.
Then there was a blue cult leader who was being interviewed sitting behind a chess board that was full of small, bright blue models of himself. “Things are simpler now that I let my past rule me,” he said.
There was a woman with curly reddish hair who never got over something. She was driven by it to live apart from her husband and child in a small, weird brick house.
Eventually, when her hair was grey, she gained some measured of relief from cutting off her right arm.



there was also an episode involving some knights.

I had an almost too-awful nightmare of the kind you usually only see in cartoons, like several different types of grotesque monsters trying to tear me apart? Then I woke up in a medieval town on a steep bluff overlooking a bay that we visited in the Netherlands. I made my way down a path to a monastery on the water. I opened all of these doors, trying to find the main space, but all I could find was broom closets and empty payphone booths. Giving up, I went outside, and made my way along a jetty to a lighthouse. The boy I saw there was someone I had met several dream-summers before. We walked back toward the town together through the bay, which turned out to be less than knee deep.
“Wouldn’t it be fu nto bring a boat here?” he asked.
“I think last time I was here I had… uh… water skis? No, a jetski.”
“Oh, yeah,” he said. “I figured out the cheat for one of those once.” (Something like that – there was a sense that we might be in a computer game.)
We were heading toward an escalator, on a path that had suddenly become crowded with not monsters, but grotesque people.
“Last night I had such a bad dream,” I told him, and explained the situation.
“Hey, isn’t that Dan Rather?” he said. It was. “You know,” he added as I began to wake up, “I’ve heard that Japanese people are afraid of escalators.”



oddly straightforward

I stagger out of a car one night and drunkenly make my way a vaguely familiar house.
The next morning I awake to find myself in the guest room at my friend Nick’s parents home. (NB: I have never actually been to this place.) I play with kittens and his three younger siblings while his mom makes breakfast. She sits down next to me on the floor and says, putting her hand on my arm, “You know, Nick’s going to be ok. In fact, he really already is.”



he must have known we were only dreaming.

I’m at some kind of ritual event where a huge bull is released into a parking garage full of citizen-matadors. I have run down a steep spiral staircase and found a cluster of people huddling together in an alcove.
“Oh my god!” I say, panting. I’m trembling all over with adrenaline. Then I look around the corner and get the distinct sense that the end is nigh.
“It’s not the end of the world,” says a man next to me.
“What, dying?” I say.
He smiles nervously.



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Chris and I have gone to visit Ethan and Sara, who are working in a library/museum in Indonesia.
“Is there a grocery store on the corner?” I ask Ethan, after being shown around the building.
“I don’t know,” he says. “I don’t like to walk.”
That is just so like him, I think, very annoyed. He probably hasn’t bothered eating the entire time he’s been here.



he is entirely too nonchalant

The boyfriend and I have moved to some distant, tropical place (Nicaragua?) and our house is being overrun by red and blue monsters.
“We’re really only in danger at sunset,” he says, as I strain to hold the door shut aganst the onslaught. “It’s when they think we’re least prepared. The ones in the wardrobe, though, are a different story.”



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We have escaped from a confusing, death-ridden city by taking to the sea on an ocean-going firetruck.
“I want to stay out here for so long that I forget I’m here at all.”



a block of text in a brochure

“The elephants should be a worthwhile pursuit, but failing that, China will employ and provide for such a man.”

(Such a man!)



no context

My mom’s friend Mickey sez: “She could help you, but honey, she’s got rabbits in her mind – like, underground.”



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