lastnite: a dream journal

All hail America's heroes!

A busy night of dreaming . . . no wonder I woke up tired.

I was with my mom and dad in our old house. At first, we were in the living room reading the newspaper. Mom tore out an ad for a Siamese kitten and handed it to me. "Go call them," she told me. I didn't see why she made me, but I went to my old bedroom and called. The lady asked if why I wanted the kitten, it had "knocked a guy out" and "refused to be T.T." (toilet trained). I asked if we could at least meet the kitty, and told her about how Mom could make the gorillas talk to her. The lady thought it would be okay.

Matt was getting out of the Army (perhaps a sequel to the dream of him entering the Navy?). Maybe it was just a movie set where he playing a soldier because it wasn't that disciplined. For one thing, they had sheets with little Hitler clipart on it: there was Chef Hitler in a chef's hat chopping vegetables, and Clown Hitler, etc. If you've seen Rocky and Bullwinkle plenty, you'll remember the janitor at the end of Mr. Peabody's segment: Hitler looked somewhat like him, but it was unmistakably Hitler. About twenty or so soldiers went into a convenience store and said, "All hail America's heroes!" and took baseball cards. They opened up them and up and said, "Hail Jackie Robinson," etc. As we were leaving, I said, "Hail Babe Ruth" to the poster of him. Back in the room, I asked a man who looked like Lou Rawls if they got to keep their props. He said sometimes.

Then Katie E. and I were going to school early. I didn't know what we'd do because, as I told her, "we can't exactly wander through the barracks now that Matt's out." Jon J. said "Be glad you're not in the room. It smells like 'party' in there. I can't exactly put my finger on it." Dan S. was dipping chicken nuggets and french fries into mayonnaise on his hamburger bun.

We were in a sandwich shop, and we left when Greg and his girlfriend did. Matt's former bunkmate tried to leave too, but he wasn't allowed to. He sat in the corner and talked to himself a lot; he went crazy after he was released from the army. Outside, I removed the tomato from my sandwich and threw it away. Even if I liked tomatos, it was a bit too green around the seeds to eat.

I was standing in a line, holding Matt's hand. Jesse Harris wanted to be involved in our hand holding too, but found a girl behind us and held her hand. Aali was in front of us, and he turned to me and asked if I had read his poems. Then I had a flash of a poem titled "Girl, You're Like My Cappuccino" and another one which included the lines (roughly remembered) "All I want are passing glances / From the people I knew five years ago / And maybe a word too."