i sleep all the time and don’t do much else, so ef asked if i’m depressed and matt recommended zoloft. on the serious side (i’m reading mavis gallant, is that serious enough? amazing for how long one can postpone EVER making a decision or a move) i had this dream:
i talk to someone about my book and they say it might be longlisted for…some prize…and we walk up on a path (this happens in escu, duh, like most things in my dreams) in the dark, uncorking champagne. we’re about to go catch a…i think it’s a ship. and then someone else passes by (is it my grandma? because it’s right behind our house) and i’m caught with my champagne cup in my hand, so all i can think of is throw it in the stream…cause right then i notice the stream has totally flooded the ditch and the nearby field…but the water is crystal-clear, so my cup flies in a perfect arc through the air and i see it going down and sinking to the bottom.
the second part is about how i move to red hook and matt and i have to chaperone a six-year-old girl in whose house i somehow live for free. i can totally see where all these strands of dream come from, don’t you think i’m duped. anyway. everything feels pretty heavy right now for me. the spring had better be damn spectacular, and come…yesterday. also, i have to write 2 pieces and …read?!?! way too soon for my convenience.avalanches.
going back would be easiest. really.