Dream Log - 1/22/2000

This morning I dreamed that a bald eagle had nested on the back porch of our house. I saw it first - I was in the kitchen when I saw a white head, a hooked yellow beak. The front part of the window swung open toward the porch. She pulled open the sash and dragged out a mouse. Since I couldn't really see her, I thought it was just the mouse - and I wasn't bothered by the idea of the mouse, living there - it was cute. Then eagle chick appeared and the mother was in full view. I called my dad. It took the rest of the family a while to come out of the living room. They didn't seem too excited as I was, but we all stood around the window and watched. My dad asked me, "Do eagles fly?" which I wasn't sure was a joke or a deliberately stupid question. Later, I had to pull a little girl who was visiting us back in the house - she had ventured onto the porch and was petting the eagle. She kept saying, "The police are at Giant Eagle." When I went to get her she was scared and crying because the eagle had swiped at her and pulled her eyebrow off. I told her it would grow back.

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.