Dreams are often most profound when they seem the most crazy.
Sigmund Freud
Nothing too very scientific, just thinking of a series of dreams....
Bob Dylan
...there's this dream I had, around the time of the Clinton impeachment hearings, and a few months after I’d passed my qualifying exams....I realize there’s still something more I need to do to fully pass...another examination....turns out it’s a face-to-face thing, with one examiner...who, as it turns out, is none other than the senator from Mississippi, Trent Lott...with his smooth Southern accent and perfectly coiffed hair...and I know, the minute I walk in and see him, that I’m doomed, that he's gonna fail me for purely partisan reasons...and he seems to acknowledge that, saying “look I don’t wanna ruin your life,” suggesting things I might do while waiting until I can re-take the exams...so I start pleading with him, telling him I’ve already started my dissertation...he seems interested and asks what it’s about...I start to tell him it has to do with Native Americans...immediately realizing that I should have said “Indians” since the term “Native Americans” pegs me as a liberal...and I’ve therefore sealed my doom....
...a mathematical dream—starting out with figuring out grades on a grid—what happens if you go by elevens instead of tens, up to 110, thinking that it’s simple, but then I realize that 110 isn’t 11x11, but 11x10, and that in fact 11x11 is something completely unsymmetrical—not the perfect 111 one might expect, or even 110, that 11’s lose their magical quality when multiplied beyond the single numerals (since even 110 isn’t 1010), and I see this as something violent, bloody and personally tragic for poor 11...
...series of fragmented dreams in cough-filled night, in which I'm the mafia, and the coughs some kind of foe or possibly inside informant, ruining all of my carefully laid plans...
...one of those cable news talking heads is doing a financial report on T.V....and, to dramatically portray the state of the economy, bleeding heavily—blood pouring from his leg like a waterfall on whatever’s below his desk...
....waking from a dream—seeing printed words and hearing a voice, giving a fragmentary review of the dream—criticizing, I think, its weak characterization...
