2003-04-28 - 1:23 a.m.
I've been wanting to document my dreams for a bit, because they've been quite interesting as of late.
The Noam Chomsky Dream
I was at work, in the bookstore, helping a woman find Speech and Thought [sic?] by Noam Chomsky, the acclaimed linguist and political writer. I handed it to her, approving of her choice because I had read the book and enjoyed it.
Then I was reading the book over her shoulder, though I knew I had already read it, and I felt like a camp counselor. Instead of speech origins, etc., the book was now a biography about Vincent Chomsky, Noam's brother.
Everyone called him Vinny and he like to dress up in traditional hunting clothing. All khaki, long shirts, white socks pulled up to the knees, bowl type hat.
The book had become very popular, and suddenly my school was trying to cash in on the hipness of it all by showing the film version. The theatre was in a giant, circular buidling that resembled a parking garage. The ceiling was open.
The screen was IMAX size.
I was sitting in one of the auditorium seats, waiting for friends, when a girl angrily stalked over to me.
She yelled, "Fat people can't sit here!", and pointed at me. I threw off a large down jacket that had been covering my lap and replied that it was good I wasn't.
These dream has occured twice more, almost verbatim but for the end which gets more surreal. In the last version, she and I lifted up our shirts to compare ribs.
~j
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