August 29, 2008
Remember how I said I have a soundtrack that goes with my dreams, as well as a rewind button and a narrator, when necessary?
Well, early this morning I dreamed that I had a very serious, usually fatal disease. The doctor hadn’t told me the name of it, because he was still hoping that wasn’t what I had. He did some more tests, and then he sent a medical student to explain it to me, a guy who used to be a missionary here. (I don’t know who that was supposed to be.) He came and sat down with me and showed me a diagram of my symptoms, which were color confusion, speech difficulties, and autism. I said, “Autism? That explains why I won’t go door to door or make phone calls in support of Proposition 8!! It’s not that I’m going apostate!” I was quite relieved to find that instead of being evil, I just had a fatal illness. (That’s probably because I’ve already dealt with the fatal disease thing.)
I used the rewind button at one point because I kept walking three or four blocks in the wrong direction when I was trying to get some work done. I was almost to Chaney Street, on Lakeshore, and I had intended to be at the lake down Lindsay Street from my school, which is probably about a half mile. So I said to myself, very firmly, “This is a dream. Erase erase erase.” And there I was, where I wanted to be!
When I woke up, I was singing, “You’re making my dreams come true, oooh-ooh.” And while I was getting dressed, it switched to “That was just a dream, that was just a dream.” Which FINALLY made sense of how I’m often singing “Losing My Religion” in the mornings. It’s because of the dream line.