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Last night's dream
Wednesday, 6 August 2008 10:04 amI found myself wandering The Prospect of Whitby, the co-op house I lived in at Cornell. The house president was missing, which felt fairly ominous. I walked up the stairs, admiring the brand new 4th and 5th floors (which somehow hadn't changed the exterior profile of the house). There was lots of open space and I marveled at how much larger it looked from the inside.
I wandered into this guy's room, which was very tastefully painted in light shades, with a big glass table and a panorama mac monitor. We started chatting about what Cornell classes were like these days, and how odd it was about the the house president. I admired a rather incongruous-looking full-size animal costume sitting on a chair. He said, "Oh, we've all got them now."
Then Doctor Who walked in. "There you are," he said. "Something's not right here." He was followed in by another Whitby, a woman wearing a mouse-suit, the head under her arm. She was distraught; she felt somehow responsible for the president's disappearance. The Doctor looked at the pair of them and cheerfully asked what was the story with the fur suits? The woman showed off how they were made, partly from big stuffed animals they decapitated and re-stitched. It started feeling a bit gruesome, how intently they were into the dismemberment of these stuffed animals.
I had a mental leap that left an awful feeling in my stomach- we were in great danger if she put on the head; these poor students were being symbiotically controlled. For murder.
And then I woke up.
It amuses me to no end that I can trace most of the elements of this dream. The decapitation bit is probably trying to make some sense of the BC Greyhound bus murder that's been in the news. The Whitby stuff is because I was connecting with old friends on facebook yesterday. The Doctor Who bit is- well, a very convenient plot framework to make everything fit together, because my dreams like to do that. ...The only part I'm not sure of is the homicidal fur suits.
I wandered into this guy's room, which was very tastefully painted in light shades, with a big glass table and a panorama mac monitor. We started chatting about what Cornell classes were like these days, and how odd it was about the the house president. I admired a rather incongruous-looking full-size animal costume sitting on a chair. He said, "Oh, we've all got them now."
Then Doctor Who walked in. "There you are," he said. "Something's not right here." He was followed in by another Whitby, a woman wearing a mouse-suit, the head under her arm. She was distraught; she felt somehow responsible for the president's disappearance. The Doctor looked at the pair of them and cheerfully asked what was the story with the fur suits? The woman showed off how they were made, partly from big stuffed animals they decapitated and re-stitched. It started feeling a bit gruesome, how intently they were into the dismemberment of these stuffed animals.
I had a mental leap that left an awful feeling in my stomach- we were in great danger if she put on the head; these poor students were being symbiotically controlled. For murder.
And then I woke up.
It amuses me to no end that I can trace most of the elements of this dream. The decapitation bit is probably trying to make some sense of the BC Greyhound bus murder that's been in the news. The Whitby stuff is because I was connecting with old friends on facebook yesterday. The Doctor Who bit is- well, a very convenient plot framework to make everything fit together, because my dreams like to do that. ...The only part I'm not sure of is the homicidal fur suits.
