three nightmares
Wednesday 25 July 2007 | I like a cookie
1. I must for some reason sail in a boat in a icy, frozen sea, an ocean that exists only metaphysically, with eerie wisps of frost in the air and uncanny calm gray water. Eventually I will reach the end of the world, where I will fall off and die (The Dawn Treader?). I don’t want to do this, but I must. In a cold lather of panic I keep trying to tell people, to ask for help, running around wringing my hands, but no one seems to get it, that I will be gone not just on a trip but forever—the Sponsor, the Gorgon, even the Brujo, they are all calm and indifferent in the face of my panic.
2. I’m trying to register for this fall’s classes and encounter bureaucreatic road block after road block, one of which is that they want me to take a placement test. I dutifully spend an hour or two taking the thing only to be informed that I have to enroll in developmental English. I sputter with outrage, “This is preposterous! I used to teach developmental English! I should at least be in Comp I!”
3. Pyewacket’s trapped under the house in a long dark tunnel (go Team Freud!) of sticky black clay. I can just barely see her eyes, yellow and filled with panic, and hear her crying, but I can’t reach her or coax her out from underneath.
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