Thursday, October 15, 2009

My life in dreams part 1

I had a dream last night that an unidentified third party, Andy and I stole an alligator from the zoo. It actually may have been another kind of animal as we were leaving with it, but when we got to where we were going, it was an alligator for sure (I thought it might have been a crocodile, but having looked at images, it wasn't).

We put it in a rigidly square-cut dirt hole that was the same width and length of the animal, so when looking top-down on it, it fit inside snugly like a person in a grave. But the depth was the same height as the gator, so it fit like a perfectly formed ice cube in a tray. Later, my view of the hole would pan out and I could see it was in the center of a kind of bull ring, but at first we were right on top of it looking down.

It was thrashing around and slowly the perfectly vertical walls started to fall in on it, creating a ramp it could escape on.

This is when my view became much farther away.

He ran around for a bit, and may have eaten the third party. I woke up not really disturbed so much as confused because really, what the hell was that about?

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Friday, October 2, 2009

Three for a dollar

I awoke this morning with artichokes on my mind. Which is weird. Not nearly as weird as it would have been to wake up surrounded by artichokes - a realization that made me feel a little better.

I wasn't dreaming about artichokes, you understand. But at 6:30 as soon as I opened my eyes (and experiencing a bit of an upset stomach) it was almost all I could think about. Mainly just the word and the image of what they look like.
I started thinking about artichokes as a metaphor for time, with each year being a leaf torn off the thistle. This is a frightening image if you think about it (which I did) because eventually whoever's doing the tearing will get to those really thin pedals, rip them out all at once along with the fur, causing everything to age decades in an instant, then bite into the heart which would what? End all time?

So I shook that metaphor and started to concentrate on the last time I had an artichoke. Narges' grandma gave me three this past June or so, and I cooked them up for myself, Andy and Rew. I made a Parmesan garlic butter for dipping (cause I didn't have mayonnaise) which was good. While I ate it I tried to remember the last time I had had an artichoke. At the time I may have been able to remember, I don't know.

Again, I should point out, I didn't wake up wanting an artichoke, or with an artichoke taste in my mouth. Their existence just occurred to me, is all.

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