Monday, September 05, 2011
Dreamt I took a long, complicated car ride to Las Vegas. I was there with Sara, Jake and some friends of Jake’s, some of whom I knew, some who I didn’t, or at least didn’t remember. One was handicapped somehow – a paraplegic, maybe, confined to a wheelchair. Jake organized everyone around a conference room table and had us read an epic poem. The poem consisted of dictionary definitions of selected words. I soon grew tired of the exercise and said so, got up, and left to go to a casino. I felt a bit guilty about abruptly ending the reading so I tried to be good-humored about it. Jake surmised that because I had left, I must have figured out what the poem was about. He spoke knowingly to me about it. All the defined words, it turns out, were related, and they formed the substance of the poem – it was about sex.