Apocalyptic Dreams
I had another apocalyptic dream last night. This time I lived in my old house in L.C. and a great shadow had fallen over the earth. A gradual sort of comet was hurtling our way, and everyone knew the game was up, but was pretty calm about it. In the dream I wondered what I should do with my remaining time on the planet, and I decided to order a pizza with at least three toppings on it. I was about to order the pizza when a news report came on the radio that said the comet has slowed down for some reason, and we all had a few days longer to live. I ordered the pizza anyway.
This was perhaps the least-terrifying of all my apocalyptic dreams. I've had nuclear, viral, and zombie related nightmares as well, some downright terrifying. These dreams come to me once every few months or so. I usually like them, like someone who gets to watch a really sweet, one-time only movie, but sometimes I wake up really thinking the end is nigh. I am glad I have no heart problems.
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I feel obliged to comment, but I can't think of anything to add to your excellent post.
That's okay. You've added enough to my apocalyptic world quite enough already.
Does L.C. stand for Lake City?
Nope. Even more exciting, Lake Crystal, MN.
What were your three toppings?
I can't remember, but if I had to pick I'd say pepperoni,green olives, and bacon. Hmmm. That's za pizza.
Do these dreams predate that class you had with kelly? if not, do you blame him, a little?
two comments on L.C.: Isn't where all those sexy teenage campers were hacked to death by a psycho in a hockey mask?
and...
Welcome to the LC, bitch!
They do predate that class, but I don't think they were as often before...It was actually Crystal Lake, which is, by chance, also the name of one of our fine sewage filled lakes.
What? I don't know that song, or at least that title.
You are insane. i've made myself hungry for pizza. Who would like to eat pizza with me?
It's beginning to sound mystical to me. Grandaddy. The Crystal Lake. The End of the World. Any of you poets feel a poem coming on?
I want to eat a pizza. I was going to have frozen pizza tonight, but our freezer got left open all day. Now everything is soppy, and the refrigerator is making an ugly buzzing noise.
It looks like beef ramen and peanut butter sandwiches again.
I've had a little time to think, and here's what I think:
If you dream of apocalypse more vividly, more articulately, and then when you wake up, if you can understand the dream better, and express it with more beauty, then I would call my class successful.
I'd say it was successful then.
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