I had a dream a few nights ago, which might be worth relating.
I was in the law school, sitting in LAWR I. We were about to have a trust exercise, where we’d be blindfolded, then pushed around in chairs with casters, I think. I was about to be blindfolded, but the blindfold slipped to my mouth, I believe. Either that, or I was to be gagged, but the blindfold went around my eyes. Telling either way.
Soon thereafter, the school was surrounded by police cars, and it suddenly became a police state. I was running through the bowels of the school to escape my captors. Finally, after a long chase, I emerged from a staircase into a long hallway with lockers, and students were pulling their books out. I tried to calmly walk out, but behind me some faceless teachers yelled, “Shoot him, he’s a Jew.” (no I don’t know why they yelled that).
Suddenly, everyone around me pulls guns and starts firing. I run for the door, and as I step outside, I’m shot in the right calf. I wake up completely confused.
[Wow. How screwed up was I? –K]
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There were a few scattered remaining entries left in my journal, but nothing special. And I've come to realize that the reason I've been thinking so much about L-school is because I've been going through the journal and reliving it. My mental Vietnam. My scarred battleground. Posting my journal was a mistake. I've been catching myself smiling at random during the day. Then, I return to the blog, read an entry, and it brings me down. Still need to find a way to hide the degree, as I hide so many things.
Driving past a golden car, I glanced at it for a few seconds. Here are the details I saw from behind:
American flag popping up from door
Support our troops ribbon on rear trunk, RWB
Golden paint, chipped/flaking near the rear bumper
boat-ish type car, big and squared angles
I was passing it, so it was probably going around 50-55 mph
tinted windows
couldn't see driver, but i could see a baseball cap/trucker's mesh hat
And this is the overwhelming sensation I got from all that:
War veteran in 60s, Korea? Maybe Vietnam
Caucasian
face rounded from years of bounty after years of torment
pudgy eyes, the better to attempt to unsee what can't be unseen
buttoned-down plaid shirt
khakis that came up above the belly button
maroon velour interior to car
Driving alone (couldn't see the passenger's side), dead wife
Probably lot of compatriots dead by this point
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More changes in store, stay tuned faithful reader.
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