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Saturday, December 24, 2005

Strange Dreams

All right, so i'm dragging myself out of a warm, comfortable bed to make this post but i can't seem to get it out of my head.

We all know that i'm famous for odd dreams. There was the one where my mother turned into a deranged witch who was trying to kill me - all of this taking place in a church not but two blocks from my house or the one where my grandmother tried to convince me to cross a street and I got stuck in a the rolls of a steam roller. This one was stranger still but I can't help the nagging feeling that it holds some sort of significance that I shouldn't let go of without a little bit of further examination. And, no, i'm not one of those freaky dream interpretation people. Some dreams are trippy - some dreams have very obvious meanings and some mean nothing at all but this one - this one was just strange.

It started out segwaying from an unsettling but common dream about King - a homeless man - slightly retarded and in his mid-20's was wandering the streets when a total stranger stopped him and handed him two tickets to a sporting event. For some reason I was attached to both of them - not in any familial sense but I inherently liked both of the characters. From there, it embarked on what was only seconds of synapse firings but what seemed like hours of this young man looking for his friend - an elderly homeless and slightly retarded man that was something like a father to him since he'd ended up alone and on the streets. Upset, cold and alone, he couldn't find his friend and went to the sporting event by himself. When he got there, he found an envelope taped to his seat - it had a winning lottery ticket in it. There was a some inane sequence that was still adorable where he went to buy some winter clothes for himself and find the stranger. It was another look on the appreciation he held for the simple things in life. Parcels purchased and crappy but thrilling apartment purchased, he went off to search for his friend again, only to find him dying in his cardboard home - product of old age and the cold. In limited time, I can't really seem to convey the exceedingly simple beauty both the process of his reciept of this great gift and his calm, wiser-than-his-years acceptance of the death of his only friend.....

Dreams rarely affect me this way but, for some reason, this one got me. So, ya know, nutso :)