lastnite: a dream journal

Fitful sleep: Graceland, spider bites, Tucker Carlson's homework

Jon wrote a book in which he called me an "uncultured gorilla" in the first chapter. I laughed about it and told Kathleen that he'd fall in love with me by the end of the book: I've seen enough Elvis movies to know how the story ends.

We had ants coming into the Summitlawn house in the bathroom. Mom and I watched the albino spiders trap them up in webs. I told Mom not to touch the albino spiders.

I was giving someone a note to take to the Graingers to let them know I was doing fine. The guy asked, "Do you have a birthday or something?" I said that I did, but that's unrelated.

I was proofreading Tucker Carlson's homework in the writing center. Then I got involved in a whole mess about turning in MFA conference sheets to the creative writing director. Some adjunct faculty were going to the conference, but needed to fill out forms and hand them to "Tina." I kept telling them that I was MA and didn't know anything about MFA stuff. Then Davis came up and told me that he'd be controling even more of the assigning process, including which readings to assign. I hid in my cowboy hat, then went in his office to quit. But there were only unmade beds everywhere I looked. I left.

I was going to a concert or something, but we all had to line up for the bathroom at once. Some guy pulled me into the men's line and said it'd be quicker, even though the line was twice as long. Mom saw him with his arm around me and shot me a disapproving look.

Kathleen and I ran out of the men's bathroom.

I got a metal Graceland lunch box. The front had the Jungle Room; the back had the Gates and estate view. Little pictures of the other rooms were around the sides of the box.

Dave Foley and a bunch of other people went to Harrison, Arkansas, and got spider/ant bites in a grid pattern.

I saw Amy, my dead siamese cat, laying on her back on a sunny day, shaded by the marble base of the square coffeetable.