Old friends, can you feel the days ticking down the way that I do? It’s been just over two years since I first signed on for this adventure and a mixed bag of emotions are raging as I close down the chapter. I intended to write more than I did, sincerely. Who knew that living would intrude so on my want for creating written resolution? That said, I do think I’ll try to make a bit more of an effort these last couple of months to write down (and post) my parting thoughts. No day like today, official Day of Health at my school, to start with a few strange, involuntary snaps of my nighttime synapses.
When I woke up for the second time this morning, here’s what I found written in pencil beside my bed:
In my Soviet dream I had to pay 8,000 rubles and 4 American dollars to use the bathroom. Under great secret, I was asked to take a toddler in a red and while striped onesie to use the toilet. But the restroom I found was run by a con artist looking for nothing but money. The floor to the bathroom was not just cracked tile but tile that moved and sank under the weight of your feet. I was sure it’d be the last bathroom I saw but we made it through and I dropped the little girl off and went home.
At home, I dropped an egg on the ground that cracked open to reveal a light yellow and mucous liquid. Within seconds, this hairless beige hamster who had miraculously appeared sucked it down like a hoover. I never knew rodents could consume so fast.
Next, the toddler’s mother showed up with a full car to thank me for saving her daughter who, she had decided, she would call her son for the duration of his life. Though the small child was clearly a girl, she said not to fret because his initials had always been LEV. Russian for lion.
Then, I got up because I really had to pee.
And that’s everything. Unedited. Word for word.
What do you dream when you dream, my friend?