Dream Log

Instead of reading my book tonight, I enjoyed a look through some old journals. I've always been an inconsistent diarist, and there are big gaps in the chronology. Just to make things more difficult, I tend to keep four or five notebooks at a time.

Anything I wrote before 2002 is shit - and even worse, uninteresting.

Except for the dreams! Every once in a while I manage to hang on to the shreds of dreams just long enough to scrawl a few words onto the page before I'm fully awake.

I'll start with this one, 'cuz it's my favorite. It's written in pencil, in one paragraph:

1/29/04

Dreamed this morning that I voted for Howard Dean. The votes had to be written on slips of paper and given to little old ladies to put in white envelopes. Then I walked down a set of beat-up stairs and outside. I got in my car and had an accident with a clunky blue car. Rod Stewart was driving it. He didn't even get out of the car, but parked it (parallel parked) facing the wrong way on the street. I backed up the street and pulled into the gas station on the corner. Had to drive up a very narrow lane up a steep hill. When I checked the car only the tire was worn and leaking a little air. There were warning signs posted about which breeds of cats were most likely to be injured if they weren't buckled in.

Make of that what you will.