Sunday, October 23, 2005

Strange Dream

My mentor, who is a well-known, well-published, highly-respected Renaissance Professor (have no idea why she takes such an interest in me) has been pushing me to get a paper published. She’s heard me present the paper and thinks it’s pretty good. I have been thinking that I needed to add one more novel to the paper. The paper is about the characters of Beverly Lowry’s novels. My absolute favorite Lowry novel is Come Back, Lolly Ray! - you should read it, it’s wonderful. Since that novel, I’ve read all of Lowry’s other novels except Crossed Over, which I finished yesterday. It’s a nonfiction story about Karla Faye Tucker, the first female to be executed by Texas in over a hundred years. Yes, Idiot Boy was still governor of Texas at the time and did nothing to stop the execution, but let’s not get me started on my dislike for “W” and the Death Penalty. I have far more personal matters to discuss right now.

I seldom remember my dreams, however, I awoke this morning remembering last night’s dream with vivid detail. I was in a talent contest and the judges were Beverly Lowry, David Letterman, and some guy who was really hip-looking but I didn’t know him (in the dream). He was famous, but I didn’t know who he was. That part is still bugging me. Before the contest, I approached Lowry and told her about my paper. She liked what I was writing and agreed with my idea about her characters mostly possessing a common trait. (No need to go into all that right now.) Once the contest began, I realized that I was going to be singing an old Jefferson Airplane song, but I had to sing it in French! I also had to sing it while standing on this really rickety old twin bed that made me wobble when I stood on it. I couldn’t stand on the bed, so I sang the song while standing on the floor and lost a lot of points by doing so. I was sure I hadn’t won the contest because of that. I can’t sing, either, but in my dream it was all because of the bed that I lost the contest. That’s all I remember about the dream. Isn’t that strange?

I can understand Lowry being in the dream, but Letterman? I hardly ever watch his TV show. And why was the song in French? I spent three hours yesterday working on lessons for my class this afternoon, but my students are Columbians. They speak Spanish, not French. And Jefferson Starship? I haven’t listened to them in forever. And, finally, the standing on the bed? I just don’t understand any of this.

Anybody out there know how to interpret dreams?

5 comments:

irene said...

twin bed? french? come on, you are dreaming about ME!!!

Anonymous said...

I think you had some wacky tobaccky in those virginia slims...

Anonymous said...

It's about familiarity vs. fear of the unknown. Your mentor makes you feel safe about your work, but like any writer you are afraid of rejection (publishing). Your have to get on the bed in order to fulfill your dream, but you opt to take the safer, easier way. It's really fear of failure & fear of succeeding, not either/or, a combination. I'm sure it's very common in the literary world. Call me for my opinion on the Letterman thing!!!!
Auntie L

Vanessa said...

Commentor number three has no idea what she's talking about. I love her anyway.

Nicole said...

Diagnosis: crazy. Why waste time with all that psychobabble when one word sums it up?