Dreams and Nightmares
Sep. 13th, 2006 11:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hrjSo I had this weird vivid dream last night. There I was, hanging out with George Lakoff and a couple other linguistics folks, chatting about metaphoric applications of Welsh verbs of basic motion, and I was getting more and more pissed off because every time I tried to give some concrete examples (and -- mind you -- I was the expert of those present on that particular topic) someone else would interrupt and start talking over me. And finally I got mad enough that I stalked off and then George drives up beside me and opens the car door and tells me to get in. And that's when the weird stuff started. So we're driving north ... I mean east ... on I-80 from Emeryville and suddenly the freeway is blocked by this flat-bed semi trailer carrying cruise missiles which have come unstrapped from the trailer and are spilling out across the lanes. And for some reason, the US government has decided that this freeway accident is a terrorist attack and the proper response is to fire anti-missile missiles at the spill on I-80 to blow them up before they can cause any harm. And there I am, sitting in the passenger seat in an SUV driven by George Lakoff who is madly dodging missile strikes on the interstate. After that it gets fuzzy. It's possible that this is a Meaningful Dream, but I'm not sure I want to try to interpret it.
I originally thought that going over to SF for classes on Wednesday evenings could be an opportunity to meet up with random friends for a bite to eat, but the scheduling turns out to be too tight. (Off work at 5pm, class starts at 6:30. But in reality, BART seems to get me there only reliably by around 6pm, so there's only enough time to grab a decaf mocha at Starbucks.) Got a call from SK during the break in the middle of class. The universe is not paying attention to my "no new medical issues" demand, since her "teensy" breast lump turned out to be several, and a little bigger than they thought, with a little lymph node involvement. So now she gets chemo along with the radiation. Enough already.
I originally thought that going over to SF for classes on Wednesday evenings could be an opportunity to meet up with random friends for a bite to eat, but the scheduling turns out to be too tight. (Off work at 5pm, class starts at 6:30. But in reality, BART seems to get me there only reliably by around 6pm, so there's only enough time to grab a decaf mocha at Starbucks.) Got a call from SK during the break in the middle of class. The universe is not paying attention to my "no new medical issues" demand, since her "teensy" breast lump turned out to be several, and a little bigger than they thought, with a little lymph node involvement. So now she gets chemo along with the radiation. Enough already.
