From My Dream Journal (I)

Dream --05-16-06
I am on an airplane. The left wing rips off. Screams, Tears, Vomit Bags, Oxygen Masks. A stewardess asks if there are any writers on the plane.

I stand up and say, “Well, I have a blog.”

A number of people around me nod their head in admiration.

The plane is shaking dangerously, but I am unafraid. I make my way to the stewardess.

The stewardess explains the situation to me. There are a group of kids in the front. They are a group of home schoolers. None of them watch TV. They are classically trained. Their education is built around the trivum: Grammar, Rhetoric, Logic.

I remember this part of my dream very vividly. I remember thinking to myself, “But what can I do? I’m just a blogger.”

She explains, “These kids are very language oriented. They are having a hard time understanding the emergency instructions, because it is all in silly pictures. They need someone to translate it into pristine prose for them.”

I go back to my seat and start working on my laptop. I pretend not to notice all the admiring glances.

I begin typing away.

It’s not my best work, but under these conditions, I realize that no one can fault me. I show the finished draft to one of the kids. I ask him if he understands it. But when he opens his mouth no words come out. Just a beeping noise.

That when I realize that I’m not on an airplane, but in my bed! And that beeping noise? It’s my bread maker, announcing that a new loaf is done!!

But why would my bread maker be in my bed room?

I tried asking this question out loud, but instead of words beeping came out!!!

That’s when I realized I was in my bed and it was the alarm clock going off!!!!

Analysis. Oh, I almost forgot that yesterday I was on this plane, and it nearly crashed but after writing out directions I fixed the hydraulics system. When I came home I made some bread and was woken up by Timothy (My bread maker).