Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Where is Joseph now?
On the infrequent occasion that I remember my dreams, they are wild, Kafkaesque and bordering on the worst of science fiction novels.
Yesterday morning, I remembered a dream, unusual in its mundaneness.
I was sitting in a diner, surrounded by allies, and I believe we had just finished eating, because we were preparing to leave. During the preparations, I looked up and saw two of my biggest failures sitting next to each other facing me, with another group. As we got up to leave, we walked the route to the door which was past the other group's table. One noticed me and got up quickly, beating us to the door. I chased after it, only to say that I had not planned on saying anything. As we burst out the door, I appeared to be on Derech BeitleHem, with Baka on our right, Talpiyot above and to the left. I gave chase for a block or two and then turned back for a moment to see who had followed out the door. When I looked back down the street for my quarry, it had disappeared to the right, downhill into one of the streets of Baka, impossible to find in the many shaded gardens and back alleyways that comprise my old stomping grounds.
Pick it apart as you will.
Yesterday morning, I remembered a dream, unusual in its mundaneness.
I was sitting in a diner, surrounded by allies, and I believe we had just finished eating, because we were preparing to leave. During the preparations, I looked up and saw two of my biggest failures sitting next to each other facing me, with another group. As we got up to leave, we walked the route to the door which was past the other group's table. One noticed me and got up quickly, beating us to the door. I chased after it, only to say that I had not planned on saying anything. As we burst out the door, I appeared to be on Derech BeitleHem, with Baka on our right, Talpiyot above and to the left. I gave chase for a block or two and then turned back for a moment to see who had followed out the door. When I looked back down the street for my quarry, it had disappeared to the right, downhill into one of the streets of Baka, impossible to find in the many shaded gardens and back alleyways that comprise my old stomping grounds.
Pick it apart as you will.
# posted by Daniel @ 1:23 PM 
