2 Dreams

Two dreams. This morning is first.

I had a dream that I was my second or third day at Columbia. Regardless, it was a Monday. I had hw due and a test coming up. Columbia grad school was in Boston, while undergrad was in NY. I asked former Brandeis mate Ariel why is Columbia split that way. He said Universities do that to get more alumni money. I asked Ariel if he needed a ride on my bicycle. I was riding that big ugly bike. He said yeah, but he wanted to walk alongside me. I was in a hurry, so I ditched him. Then I ended up on a bus going into Columbia with Ben. Columbia looked like a bureaucratic complex from Prague – quaint and intimidating at the same time. I told the bus driver to drive us to the end. But at the end was an airfield where hovering pods where being developed. It was frightening. I felt so vulnerable under those high steel towers, noise and hovering pods. Ben and I ended up inside a hovering pod with Ben driving, just to cause trouble. And then I woke up.

I had a dream a few nights ago where me and my family where in some sort of waterpark. It didn’t look safe. Haphazard wood work led to slides we weren’t sure were together themselves. We got to the top of a platform. I pushed my sister’s elbow, noting that I did not push her body at all. Yet she still stumbled to the edge and fell off. She was lying face down in a pool of water after a fall that must have broke her spine. I was about to cry. At the same time, I wanted to reassure myself that my pushing had no physical effect on her body stumbling forward – psychological, maybe.

What did you expect?