The half-forgotten
Other half of my short life
In short story form

 
I'm Awake!
3-21-2005

Cruising around a fantastic landscape with large ancient buildings. I wake up from my dream, but I'm still "seeing" in REM, because I'm in my high school bedroom. I get out of bed and walk out into the wall toward the stairs. I know I'm awake, but I know I'm still dreaming. I go to the bathroom, which is in my childhood home. So detailed. It had to be a dream.

I wake up again. I go into a restaurant with some people and I tell them about my waking REM experience. Then they ask if I'm awake yet. I insist that I am, then wonder.

I wake up again, frustrated about my permanent REM. No matter what I do or think I see, it's just a dream.

posted by Phlegm at 3/21/2005  (0) comments

 
Perdi's Pigeon
3-14-2005

The time is 10 AM. I'm on a bus to one of my college classes, but get off at my elementary school by accident. I write a letter home to my dad to pick me up, but throw it out before mailing it. Then I notice that the school has turned into the Y, so I go in. Pam is there in a science lab with a nice kitchen. She's a cook now instead of a lab tech and doesn't know what she's doing with her life. Something about the setting reminds me of the burritos in LA.

I end up on a cliff in the mountains, somewhere I used to go a lot as a kid. I notice another path I'd never gone up--for no particular reason--on the other side of the ravine. I drive down to it with RM in his truck. The wooden steps to the path are all old and falling apart; noone comes here anymore; a rock-slide took out the path and gondola that used to go up to the top.

A bird finds me on my walk down through old abandoned apartment complexes and iron stairwells. It's Perdi's pigeon. It scouts the area before going back into its cage. It then comes out again so it can get a hug from each of us.

posted by Phlegm at 3/14/2005  (0) comments