Weird Dream
Well, I had several, actually, but this is the one most fresh on my mind.
Picture it: I'm going back to college after years of being out of it. The school is a relatively small one (and from the looks of it, it is rather upscale). It's nighttime, and people are everywhere, milling around, getting to know each other.
I have no skills in meeting people, however. Most of what I do is to wander around, hands in my pockets, making eye contact every now and then, and then getting embarrassed and turning away.
As I'm making my way back to the dorm, some people have congregated outside one of the doors that I need to go through. I try to politely make my presence known; they ignore me. So I decide to find an alternate route.
As I walk away from the little crowd, a little girl follows me. She is, for some reason, the spitting image of Rudy from the Cosby Show, and she's wearing a nice white dress. This girl never once looks me in the eye, but she stays two feet from me as I walk away and try to find another door to enter the building. I look back and see that the crowd in front of the door has dispersed; I look down and see that this girl has grabbed onto my leg.
Her mother comes toward us. "Ruthie, ruthie! Now you know not to do that!" She looks up at me. "I'm very sorry. She does this sometimes."
"It's okay," I say. I smile at Ruthie. I notice for the first time that she has "RUTHIE ANN" tatooed across her forehead. Odd girl.
I make my way back to the dorm, but I stop at a room that looks a lot like a board room, complete with a beautiful mahogany conference table. One wall is a giant picture window, looking out on a beautiful view of a Santa Monica afternoon. There are some brushes, paints, and a canvas here for some reason, and for another unexplained reason, I start to paint. My big experiment is to see if I can use actual sand in the paint and make it look like real sand.
I'm interrupted. There's a situation just down the hall in front of me. It seems Ruthie is going nuts. Her mother is talking with the dorm security person, holding Ruthie over her shoulder. "I just want to get in to talk to him -- she just wants to apologize for earlier."
"What's this all about?"
"Oh good, you're here. Ruthie just wanted to see you one more time."
"Oh, okay." But what I really meant to say was: This is getting weird. Please just go away. "Hi Ruthie," I say, smiling. She turns her head away, burying it into her mother's neck. Somehow, I know that she's actually eighteen, and this strikes me as terribly immature for someone so old.
"Ma'am, I don't have anything against your daughter or anything, but I don't even know this girl. I really just want to be left alone, you know?" Ruthie's mother pats her daughter on the back and gently bounces her up and down.
"Oh, I know that, honey. She just has decided that she's in love with you is all. And you know love, it has no sense sometimes," she laughs.
"And besides," she says. "She told her brother she's in love with you and he says he's going to kill you."
"Huh?"
"We visited him today. He's just in for robbery now but it was aggravated robbery, and you don't really want to mess around with him."
The rest of the dream consisted of me somehow figuring out who this guy was and me declaring that I would kill him first if he ever came near me. Weird stuff.
The other dream was a vivid love story between me and a longtime girlfriend. I wish I remembered more of it; from what I can tell, we were at the end of our relationship because we never were able to tell each other how we really felt. We were both so afraid of getting hurt that neither of us ever showed our love for each other; hence, we ended up thinking that the other didn't love us back. There was a shouting match followed by an incident in a record store in which the guy who I thought She was dating was there, so I got mad and walked out. It would have made for some interesting scenes in a screenplay, I tell you what.
Posted by Matt at June 11, 2003 12:57 PM
