I have mastered the art of falling back asleep after waking up too early, just in time for school to begin; and so I'm enjoying late mornings while I can -- which makes for lots of vivid, easily remembered dreams, such as one I had this morning. I tried to park my shiny new school bus in the student parking lot, which didn't go very well, and so I was backing out when Dr. Humble ran up to me with a large bag, which he told me to take to a nursing home that had just been built behind Raleigh Charter.
Dreams seem to be a high-entropy blend of imagination and memory. I don't think much can be inferred from them, except that the content they draw on, if any, has taken up lasting residence in one's mind. Anyone who tries to impose any deeper pattern on dreams obviously doesn't spend enough mornings sleeping in.
My dad's at his 30th high school reunion right now. Good for him. I hope I'll go to at least a few of mine.
I don't think I've ever seen in North Carolina a sky as blue as today's. When I glanced up I thought of Montana, lying on a rooftop, first watching clouds curl and dissolve against a sky of the same blue, then later watching stars, with too many meteors to wish upon, and the Milky Way glowing as a whole, rather than twinkling in bits and pieces.
It's nice to know that Raleigh doesn't flay my hide, slurp the marrow from my bones and devour my soul while I'm driving alone. In fact I didn't get lost once.
posted on Saturday, July 31, 2004
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