| Can't sleep... Bored... Oh! I know, i'll post on xanga!
I must confess... I witnessed the death of a guitar yesterday. I was playing (if you must know, I was doing my best Ben Harper impression, singing "steal my kisses") and... it happened. It was like I was able to hear, and to feel, and to see the death of a soul (More likely, it was Ben Harper's soul, having been fed up with my butchering of his song, taking revenge on my guitar)[More likely still, it was 3 months of playing on the same strings claiming hold of my wallet]. Yes, it is true. My third string broke.
Meh, I took it to the shop and they fixed it up. But enough about my guitar!! Now, for my... DREAM!!! (be warned, this is me talking about a dream I had last night, so it will be half truth, half fuzzy memory)
Last night, as I rolled over in my not-very-well-made bed, I had a dream. I dreamed I was back in school, and I was handed back my "political theory" paper, and I had gotten an F. In fact, I got such a bad F, Mr. Pitts had to explain why he thought I needed... help... with my writing.
So thats well and good. I woke up in a cold sweat. But then, I fell back asleep. I dreamed again, this time, that I was in school the day AFTER we got the papers back, and we were working on the papers (again). I thought it was odd that I failed, I went through some very quick dream sequence where I felt I could never achieve anything in life. My hopes were crushed, dashed upon the rocky "crevace" of a rather overactive imagination. {P.S.S., I edited this three separate times, and for those who are wondering, "crevace" is not a word. Not english, anyways. I could have used either "crevasse" or "crevice", either of which mean "fissure, or deep crack". but no, I chose to use the word they are both derived from "crevace" which to the best of my knowledge means the same thing, only in french.}
Ah, I wake up again. I'm in a cold sweat. Again. I think how silly it was to dream twice of the same thing. I fall asleep again. I dream that it's wendsday (of the week we get back in school. Ironically (or not so ironically), it was wednsday by the time I got to sleep) and that I cannot seem to correct my paper. No matter what I do.
At this point you all are probably saying "ok Kevin, get to the point. where is the punch-line?"
Here. In my dream, I thought to myself, in a very dreamlike way, "Kevin dear chap, you might be dreaming. There is no way you could have utterly failed that paper."
Yes. I dreamed I said Dear chap. Even stranger though, was my self confidence. For you frequenters of this blog, you might say "Kevin, you believed in yourself!". Ah, it was a dream. funny how that works out.
BUT WAIT!! it gets better. I then woke up, assured myself it was Tuesday (though it was wendsday), and went back to sleep, where I dreamed I woke up in class being scolded for day-dreaming. HA!
I woke up from that dream, in another cold sweat, convinced it was the thursday after returning from school, wondering what happened to the rest of my break, and wishing I could go back to Tuesday (though it was actually wednesday) to make more of it. And that I could prepare my mom for my having failed a paper that was worth a test grade in two, exam taking, classes.
IN CONCLUSION!
I had a dream, that I was dreaming about dreaming, and somehow in this dream, not only said, to myself, "Dear chap", but also convinced myself I need to make more of this break I have been given.
Which makes it all the better, because I am sitting here now telling you all this why? I QUOTE "Can't sleep... Bored... Oh! I know, i'll post on xanga!". Ha. Mr. Pitts might be proud: I ended a post with the exact same sentence I started with! Well, almost ended, anyway.
May you get more rest than I am getting, and God forgive the soul of the man (or woman) who bothered to read this post. It was a doozy.
Kevin
P.S. Really though, who says "Dear Chap"... to themselves... in a dream? Good grief.
P.S.S. More than that, who listens to Ben Harper?
P.S.S.S. If you answer that last question, i'll white-mail you. It's the opposite of blackmailing. I take all the nice things you do, and I hold it against you when someone claims you aren't a nice person. As you can see, it's never quite gained the popularity blackmailing has among the honorable *choke* men and women in the political world.
P.S.S.S.S. Thought of the day, probably the one that will spawn the next post "How did terrorism become the new communism" - Ben Harper - Steal My Kisses |
