March 16, 2005

dreams, sexy men, sex is bad, sex scandal, sexless dreams, poetry

today was a big day for things.

went to bed at 4 last night, working on the second midterm re-write. finished that, thank god, and decided that sly stallone should be the next governor of california. he was on conan last night and was actually, amazingly, witty to some degree. and he did start the planet hollywood chain along with our current governator. i think he would be the perfect follow-up to the great blockhead himself. another steriod crusty to throw the mantle of governation over his chemically-broadened shoulders, and there'd be a whole new batch of action movie refrences brought into the pollitical arena. though, personally, i hope his policies are a little more liberal that the eraser.

got up in the morning in a big daze. i dreamed that someone was changing my alrm clock settings (somehow the timer was hooked up to his bio signs and when he did things - i can't remeber what - it reset my alarm time). that being the case, i woke up and didn't hit snooze because, for some reason, i knew that the alarm would go off again because of the guy in my dreams. needless to say, it did not and i had to rush to get ready for class. wore the colorful shirt i didn't yesterday and was quite pleased with the effect. walking to class, though, i noticed everyone else was much more bundled up and wearing drab shades of blue and grey. i saw only 2 girls in yellow and 1 in orange and felt like a sore thumb. went to my classes, of couse - it was the last lecture. during my break between, yen and i sat in the bookstore and i read borges and blake. in the last class of the day, we watched the man who would be king, a movie that lasted far too long, but at the same time starred michael cane and sean connery. damn i love sean connery, though he's become really frayed at the edges now. the movie was only just carried along by the cast, and by the end yen was audibly groaning and pacing about. i more sedately checked my watch repeatedly and sighed.

walking back from class, i noticed the christians were out in full force. there was a man outside the library holding a sign warning us about hell, another man in suspenders preaching loudly the dangers of "promiscuous women," and the usual jehovah's witnesses at the bottom of bruin walk. there was also another leprechaun, but that's not so much christian as just neat. suspender man, who i learned from our fabulous intar-net was none other than the irrascible jed smock, confrontational evangalist mental defect man, was in full storyteller mode. v. blood and thunder. his "parable of the five dormies" is not to be missed, though his politics, i pray, were nothing more than a distant memory. yen and i listened through the parables and on into a story warning good girls that if they step foot inside a frathouse they risk gang rape by a bevvy of naked fratboys, as frat boys "share everything." be cautious, ladies, because these naked fratboys are everywhere, lying in wait for a hot young thang to cross their threshhold. particular sites where naked, aroused danger may lurk: under beds and in closets (in pairs). so be on your guard. also, sex pistols and the rolling stones, ac/dc, etc. are satan music; i'm going to hell. and i'm going to rock out when i get there.

but careful, my darlings, because the danger does not stop there, oh no. beware high school band teachers! or at least the former band teacher at my high school. he pled guilty to having sex with 3 minors while teaching at the old alma matter, one count of oral sex with a minor, and one count of child pornography, as cops found a sex tape with one of his juvenille conquests when they raided his abode. these girls were 16, 16, and 15, and he told them he loved 'em. all this can be found in the merc, as i promptly discovered. yen tells me his half-sister also came forth accusing him of raping her, and kiddie porn was found everywhere. i haven't seen anything remotely substantiating those claims, but when she told me, i had images of donnie darko kiddie porn dungeon and laughed; not the most pc thing. laughed outright, i'm afraid. can't help it - too absurd. i'd like to be horrified and sober about the idea. sex scandal at my old high school. my old high school. nope, still funny. i'm now not sure if i'm thankful or disappointed i never took band, he was a very popular teacher, and i wish i had a face and set of memories to set up against new revelations. "no, impossible, he was the cool one!"

came back to the apartment and napped, after the evangelical show. but first, i stopped and asked the jehovah's witnesses what their opinion of suspender man was. they were disappointed: he was preaching things not in the scriptures, they believed in open debate...i was pleasantly reassured that, riiight, not all christians are crazy jackasses. and there's probably a sane, friendly christian with bad teeth just down the street from your ranting lunatic, shaking his head. good to keep in mind. napped the afternoon away and had a very unpsetting dream.

stopped at __'s on my way back from "class." __'s place was a room off of some sort of public corridor, later in the dream the surrounding area seemed to meld into a museum of some sort. down the hall and down an escalator. i stopped by to say hello before...meeting my parents (?)...and was there changing my clothes when __ walked in. i was very strange and affectionate. did get dressed, of course, as i was only half trying to seduce'im. yes, but i knew it was wrong, so i wasn't entirely straightforward. he caught on, of course, and was mildly amused while asking me if that's what i was trying to do. everyone's parents were down for some reason and __'s friend from home was there as well, visiting. she came in and had awkward introductions, then the parents showed up. there was a dining room, well set, for family meals, i believe, and we all moved there. it was dark outside and the room was mostly white with an outside terrace area. i was worried about getting my school bag out from __'s apartment, where i had left it in the rush, after dinner without my parents noticing, because they'd think we were sleeping together, which we weren't. but i needed my school bags as (i don't know why) they had my toothbrush etc. in, and it would be even more suspicious if i didn't have them. my parents were sort of a looming threat rather than a real presence in my dream. his parents, however, were very underfoot. short, pompous old money-types. i had tentatively bondy relationship with __'s friend (a short-haired, good-natured brunette), though i was vaguely jealous of her, too. we went into some giant museum-type room (somewhere on a lower floor than the apartment) where there were escalators going up and down and a very tall exhibit that loomed on the right of a high-ceilinged white room. we went out, on what i believe was supposed to be a tour of campus and appeared somewhere just west of powell, where there are all those paths intersect, i was walking with __ and the friend, torturing myself internally with whether i wanted him or no.

then i woke up in a terrible consternation, pissed off that my dreams would that obviously mirror my mind. i hate allegory in literature, yes, but couldn't my dreams manage at least a little subtlety? got up and heated some dinner...and more or less am here now. must learn to differentiate between wordsworth, coleridge, shelly, and keats by friday. will be off now. stab brain with q-tip as punishment and set down to learn.

beware the dangers of fornication!

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