Last night, I dreamt that I was checking the stats for Though the Shattered Lens and I discovered that we had our best day ever, as far as views are concerned.
Last night, I dreamt I was at a poetry reading in downtown Dallas. I was scheduled to read some of my poetry but, first, I had to sit through a bunch of other poets, the majority of whom weren’t very good. They were so bad that I started to wonder why I had been invited to read alongside them. Because the poetry reading was taking place in a bar, the people who were listening were drinking and I started to obsess on whether or not everyone was going to be obnoxiously drunk when it was time for me to read. Finally, I decided that I wasn’t going to read under these circumstances but, when I stood up to leave, this woman ran up to me and demanded to know where I was going.
“This isn’t for me,” I said, “I’m leaving.”
The woman told me that I couldn’t leave because I was on the schedule. She told me that I was being very unprofessional and that I would never get another invite to anything if I walked out. Finally, I sat back down.
That was when I realized that I had forgotten to bring my poetry with me.
And then I woke up.
Last night, I dreamt I was teaching a high school American history class. The lesson was about a group of explorers who, while exploring the wilderness of Oregon, came across a group of pirates who were hiding from the British authorities. The pirates and the explorers joined forces and spent the next 30 years raiding settlements in northern California. Eventually, they disappeared and so do their treasure. My students were really interested in the lesson and, at the end of it, I told them they that I had written a book about the whole thing but that I was still looking for a publisher.
Last night, I dreamt that I was living out in the country and I worked for the county coroner’s office. Whenever someone died, I would drive out to wherever the body was and I would sometimes take pictures of the deceased and the the body would be put in the trunk of my car and I’d drive it to the hospital. It was a grisly job but I didn’t mind it because I never had to touch the bodies. Instead, the police would put the body in the trunk and the orderlies at the hospital would take it out. Everyone was very friendly whenever I drove up and they would all call me “Ms. Lisa,” which I appreciated.
Most of the bodies were people who had lived in trailer parks and died of drug overdoses. The first few times, I had a difficult time looking at the bodies and I would cry as I was driving them to the hospital because I was so upset that they had died. However, with each day on the job, I got more used to seeing the bodies and eventually, I stopped even thinking about them as being people.
Towards the end of the dream (and sorry, I only remember fragments), I drove out to a trailer sitting in the middle of the field where a woman had overdosed on heroin. I was standing outside the trailer while I was waiting for the cops to bring out the body. There was a detective standing beside me who asked me why all the deaths didn’t bother me anymore. I told him that I was used to it.
They brought out the body, which was a woman with long dark hair and skin that had turned gray after she died. She wearing a Mickey Mouse tank-top and her underwear and she still had a needle handing out of her arm. They put the body in my trunk and as they closed it, I suddenly gasped and said, “Oh my God, I know her!”
That’s when I woke up.
(I have no idea who the woman in the dream was.)
Last night, I dreamt that I was returning to the office for the first time since the pandemic started. There was a long line of people standing out of my building and I realized that, before you could go inside, you had to show two guards three pieces of paper saying that you had been vaccinated. They would then stamp your hand and you would then be allowed to pass through the doors.
I saw someone who I knew in the line so I walked up to them. As I approached, I saw they were wearing a mask. As they saw me approach, they stepped back because I wasn’t wearing a mask.
“Have you been vaccinated?” they asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“Let me see your papers.”
Even though I had my papers in my hand, I resented the tone of my friend’s voice so I said I wasn’t going to show anyone my papers because it wasn’t any of their business whether I had been vaccinated or not. My friend replied that I was selfish.
Finally, I said, “Have you been vaccinated?”
“Then why are you still wearing a mask?”
My friend repeated that I had always been selfish. I started to realize that the other people in the line were starting to glare at me.
Suddenly, I was standing at the front of the line. The guard demanded to see my papers. I gave them the papers. While they were looking over them, I said, “I don’t need the stamp.”
The guard looked up at me. “Everyone gets the stamp.”
“I don’t want you stamping my hand. I’ve got my papers, isn’t that enough?”
Again, I realized everyone was glaring at me. It started to rain.
Luckily, I woke up before it went any further.
Last night, I dreamt that I had a job at a grocery store. (In the waking world, I have never worked at a grocery store.) My job was to make sure that other people were filling and refilling the shelves but every time I would tell someone to go to an aisle and get to work, they would go to a totally different aisle and just stand there. Meanwhile, there were thousands of customers flooding into the store and seeing the empty aisles and yelling at me about it.
Finally, I went to the store manager’s office. She was blonde, my age, and she wore glasses. (I have never seen this woman before in real life so I guess my dream just created her out of a thin air.) I told her that I was going to clock out and go home.
“Who are you?” she said.
“I work here.”
“No, you don’t.”
And that’s when I woke up.