Dream Log: June 29, 2002

I am downtown..somewhere.

Growing, growing, growing....So TALL. I reach down to feel my legs and find they have turned to steel, but steel that is alive. It is stretching and expanding and sending me ever upward. Where my knees were are big bolts. My feet are giant blocks of metal.

I try to move and hear a distant crunch like stepping on a beetle...I have crushed a car on accident. I worry that there were people inside and resolve to be perfectly still.

I am so big! I am so dangerous! I see a plane heading toward me....I must be in a flight path and they don't know the hazard that I have become. The plane is going to run into me so I decide to catch it. I realize I can't just stop the plane abruptly and try to calculate what kind of follow through I will need to catch the plane without squashing all the people inside.

I make the catch and let the plane continue forward for the whole span of my arm. I try to simulate the deceleration of a landing. I hope they are not hurt.

I bring the plane back and peer a giant eyeball through the windows. I can see the little tiny people moving around and realize I am hungry.

I consider eating the plane but decide that would not be very nice. I eat a cloud instead.

Three days later this is still hanging heavily in my thoughts from moment to moment. I'm sitting in a lecture hall (five years out of school and I still have school dreams). The class is easy, I took it as my easy A for the semester but it turned out much harder than expected. I've already flunked the midterm and I can't blow it off anymore.

I feel a pain in my left leg and I look down and there it is, my fibula is sticking out of my leg, just above the ankle. An unbelievably clean break, it looks like a white plastic dowel. I need to go to the hospital, but no, I can't leave the lecture. I try to ignore it and concentrate but I can't think of anything but the leg. I can't help but touch the smooth end of the bone.

Eventually the lecture ends. Not sure what to do, I get up. I walk. Of course it hurts but I can't ask anyone for help, I can't explain how this happened, no one will believe me. I leave the building, thinking I took a short cut, but I find I have to walk across a large lawn to get to my car in a parking lot across the street.

I eventually get to my car and think about where the hospital is but then I realize my dog is home alone and needs to be fed, watered, walked, I still can't go to the hospital. I pull out of the parking lot (in reverse for some reason) and my car rolls out of control backwards despite my foot (on my good leg) pressed firmly on the brake, finally hitting a car parked in the street. Slam it into drive and off I go, shit, now I'm really in trouble.

Mericifully it ends there. I wake up sweating. It's 10 am and its warm outside already. I have to double check my left leg just to be sure...