08 July 2005

the soccer mom beneath my pillow.

Rebecca brought up this fascinating notion that 'til you're actually settled in a new home, it is quite possible that you could be having the previous tenant's dreams.
this must be the case, because, sweet balls of jesus, last night i dreamt i was a soccer mom.
but it wasn't as simple as that, dear reader(s). in my dream, i was taking care of someone else's baby (as soccer moms do) and suddenly it was time to pick junior up from school, when i realized i didn't know whose baby i was taking care of. they definitely weren't back to pick him up, though, and nary a phone call either. every time i opened the front door he started a fresh volley of terrified screaming, which left me no recourse but to sit inside the house and wait.
so here i am with this screaming infant and my beloved (ha!) junior waiting at pre-school, and then i started having this split-screen dream where junior decided to walk home and i saw him dodging cars in my brain while i stood at the window holding this tot and feeling helpless and irresponsible, not having a clue who he belonged to, only that he had peed on my arm and my patience was waning.

well, a small solace: any junior of mine would be well versed in traffic dodging...

3 comments:

stef lenk said...

mustachioed dismembered head in a jar - could this be your shag persona from days gone by?
"accidentally 'boiled'"?!?
your brain is almost more fascinating than mine, Barker.
almost.
(a hearty (albeit clandestine) chortling resounds throughout the office (my head) )

Anonymous said...

cat power....
it's a good band

stef lenk said...

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