|What you dream about in exile.
||[Oct. 7th, 2008|09:57 am]
What did you dream about last night?
Yet another in the "Fuck this, Im going home to New Mexico" series. I was also telekinetic. |
For much of the dream, I was in the tunnels beneath The University of Illinois, trying to get out. There was this group of fundamentalists in middle school who tried to save the soul of the guy who wore combat boots and black fingernail polish to school and never did his homework ( that would be me. ) At UNM, one of the fundamentalists sat down next to me in German class, looked over, reognized me, and was visibly startled to see me. I think he was surprised to see me earn B's and A's. In the dream, I kept running into the fundamentalist in the steam tunnels and he kept asking me if I was alright. I freaked him out with my telekinesis.
I finally found my way up. In the dream I was crying for much of the time. There is a tunnel between the graduate library and the undergraduate library AT UI, and this is where I emerged. You can see sky from the cafe, and this is where I climbed up and out, all the while saying "Fuck this shit. Im going back." What was messed up and confusing about it is that one of the places I said, in my dream, that I was going back to, was Spokane.