Dreams 09/06/05
both dreams were based on television shows,
and I don’t know why I had these dreams.
The first was in what seemed a lie a trial setting
where people, one by one, were asked to justify
their existence, to show their worth to the world.
And the first person to go was, I think, Data,
from Star Trek, and he explained his value succinctly
and everyone agreed and then he sat down.
Then it was commander Reicher’s turn
and I think he had a hard time explaining his value,
I don’t know, maybe because he was only second
officer, I don’t know. But then the judge
(or whatever was running this thing) said
he’d have to go on trial, so everyone can recess,
so we all had to leave. And it seemed we had to
leave in order by row, because I had to wait
for everyone to leave by row to leave.
I was sitting next to Reicher, and he turned to me
and said he was so glad I was there for him,
and I wasn’t there for him, I was just there,
and he went to hug me because we were still seated
waiting to leave, and as he gestured to hug me
he brushed his hand against my breast, because
I was naked. Now, it didn’t seem strange that
I was naked even through everyone else was clothed,
my robe was there and I was gesturing to put it on,
and I couldn’t tell you if I was naked the entire time,
but I said, hey, careful when you brush up against me
like that while you’re on trial, and he understood
as I started putting my robe on, and then
he said he was glad again I was there,
and then he said I meant more to him than...
and he paused and said, than Diana,
and that surprised me, because he
used to date her, and then he mentioned
someone else, but I don’t even know who else
he mentioned, and then I woke up.
The other dreams I had is so retarded,
I know it was based on seeing the show “Iron Chef”
before I went to bed last night, because the food
that was the secret ingredient was a short-
necked clam, because for some reason I had to do
like they were doing, and pull the muscles out
of the clam shells without destroying the muscles,
so I was doing this, I know I’m a vegetarian, but
I was believing I wasn’t hurting anyone or anything
by doing this. I must have believed that, because
I had to do one that represented my cat, I mean
my cat was right there, I think it was Katie,
and she was there, all whole, so I must have thought
that this is something that wouldn’t hurt anyone
or anything. So anyway, I was at the time needing
a better knife for pulling the muscle out of the shell,
but at the same time I was trying to tell Katie
that it was okay, and that this wouldn’t hurt her,
even though it was a part of her (I told you,
I can’t explain this so that it will make sense).
But we must have been outside and there was a pool
separating us from the door to the house,
it looked vaguely like my parent’s house
but I can’t say for sure, but while I was
trying to convince Katie that it was okay,
she jumped to get away from me and jumped
into the pool. Now, unlike how you’d expect a cat
to freak out by getting into water, she just
started swimming diagonally, almost like she
was doing the breast stroke or something,
so I got in the pool to chase her across the swimming pool
by swimming, so I started watching her
do what looked like the breast stroke to avoid me
and I was just so stunned that my cat was swimming
to get away from me because I wanted to
convince her that pulling muscles from a shell
wouldn’t her her, even though it was supposed to be a part
of her body, even though it wasn’t attached to her.
I think at that point my mind just freaked out
and I woke up.
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