This is true: I had an argument last night with someone in a dream in which we were talking about the New Testament's attitude toward homosexuality. It wasn't even someone who was a friend, or is a Christian, or a homophobe - it was an old acquaintance's wife. It was in a suite of apartments in which I have never lived but in the dream was my home. My brain did this wonderful thing it does which confronted with the request for information it did not have: it didn't let me get to my computer to access that information. I think my brain is clever to do that.
This is also true: The wife got a cable phone for us, but no one knows the number. That doesn't keep it from ringing several times a day. At least twice I've received calls from the Kentucky Prison System or whatever it's called. It asks me to press one to accept the call & to press another key for more information. There does not appear to be a number to refuse the call. I don't want want to be rude but I also don't want to waste an inmate's time, so I just hang up. Then I have the feeling I've broken someone's heart.
This is not true: I am a six foot tall dragonfly who has forgotten how to fly. But I have not forgotten how to be a dragon. It's difficult to get my jittery damn wings through doorways so now, out of frustration, I just breathe fire on them & burn my way through. This has caused me to destroy my own home & also I am not invited to anyone else's houses anymore. The novelty of having a friend who is a six foot tall dragonfly is made negligible by the property damage I inflict with my awkwardness & impatience (also, fire). This in turn has caused me to plunge into deep despair but has not, alas, resulted in any real soul-searching or attempts to improve my character.
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