January 5, 2009
I dream I am with my sister-in-law, Deborah, on an elevated train in one of the outer boroughs of New York. I am wearing a yellow sun dress. Since there are hardly any people in the car with us, I try to discretely moon Deborah. I get no reaction. Since I have to go to work in the city, I get off the train to buy some normal clothing. I wind up in a shore community that is filled with mud pits, go karts, and a mall devoted to novelty items. I find plastic flamingos, arte deco highball glasses, and cocktail napkins with jokes on them, but no clothing.

July 29, 2008
I dream I am sitting in a train station inside an employees-only area when a younger version of my dissertation advisor appears. He enthusiastically praises my doctoral dissertation on vaudeville magic acts and assures me that it’s going to be published because it is both scholarly and accessible. And then, he tells me that I inspired him to finally finish his dissertation. “Yes,” he tells me. “I have been letting it drag on, but I’m finally going to finish it.” I am shocked, because he is one of the most distinguished scholars in the field. He wishes me well.

December 5, 1993
I dream that a man with a mustache is threatening me and Gail in an Amtrak dining car. He goads us and assures us that we won’t live very long after we get off the train. Seeing I have no alternative, I stab the shit out of the guy repeatedly with my knife and fork. The wounds aren’t very deep, but the guy sure is surprised. Later on, Gail and I find ourselves at the side of the train tracks, safe but surrounded by white paper bags filled with the tiny, bloody pieces of the man with the mustache.

Tweet  Print This Post

Tags: Fred's dreams // 2 Comments »