MRSA
Last night brought interesting dreams. I remembered bits of the first despite not waking during it, which is very rare. Something had bit me on the back of the knee and I'd contracted antibiotic-resistance staph. MRSA. Apprehension.
The second was much more detailed and confusing. Some dreams slip away as soon as I wake, but this one hung in my mind like an inverse pinata*.
I was in Entertainment School with most of the people I've ever known. I think I was the photographer or the cinematographer for a project we were doing. Also in my group was a Girl Who Was Not Maxine. Usually when I have a dream which stars a specific person, he or she looks like someone else and only the dream-reality stands as testimony to identity. This girl, however, looked exactly like Max, and it came to me--as if I'd always known--that in fact Maxine had borrowed her body in order to be friends with me.
Notmax was basically like Max--smart and sweet--but much quieter. Her facial expressions were mostly different, though; and for this reason I found myself suddenly gasping for breath when she put on a decidedly Max-like fake-annoyed face followed by a Max-smile. Later she came over to talk to me, but I think I must have been unwilling or unable to participate in a conversation with her. Her blue eyes looked sad; she shrugged, then walked away and started a conversation with someone else.
While the previous dream's overarching feeling had been one of apprehension, this one was of confusion. I think my subconscious sort of threw a bunch of images together and they came together jarringly, producing much more thought than my sleeping mind could handle. Ohcrapohcrap, my subconscious backtracked, let's see if we can't sort this out and have it make some sense.
So I spent the rest of the dream--in the dream--trying to understand how Max could have borrowed this girl's body. Who had she been previously? I knew her name for an instant or two, but it left me; then I was convinced that in fact this had been Notmax's name. How could Notmax still be alive if that body had been killed? I never actually arrived at a conclusion, but the disturbing conclusion to the dream was that Max couldn't be dead, was actually back in her old body that I just didn't remember and I only had to find her--
The end. More and more of these dreams about Max. I wonder what my brain is trying to tell me.
* That's one that hits you, instead of you hitting it.
The second was much more detailed and confusing. Some dreams slip away as soon as I wake, but this one hung in my mind like an inverse pinata*.
I was in Entertainment School with most of the people I've ever known. I think I was the photographer or the cinematographer for a project we were doing. Also in my group was a Girl Who Was Not Maxine. Usually when I have a dream which stars a specific person, he or she looks like someone else and only the dream-reality stands as testimony to identity. This girl, however, looked exactly like Max, and it came to me--as if I'd always known--that in fact Maxine had borrowed her body in order to be friends with me.
Notmax was basically like Max--smart and sweet--but much quieter. Her facial expressions were mostly different, though; and for this reason I found myself suddenly gasping for breath when she put on a decidedly Max-like fake-annoyed face followed by a Max-smile. Later she came over to talk to me, but I think I must have been unwilling or unable to participate in a conversation with her. Her blue eyes looked sad; she shrugged, then walked away and started a conversation with someone else.
While the previous dream's overarching feeling had been one of apprehension, this one was of confusion. I think my subconscious sort of threw a bunch of images together and they came together jarringly, producing much more thought than my sleeping mind could handle. Ohcrapohcrap, my subconscious backtracked, let's see if we can't sort this out and have it make some sense.
So I spent the rest of the dream--in the dream--trying to understand how Max could have borrowed this girl's body. Who had she been previously? I knew her name for an instant or two, but it left me; then I was convinced that in fact this had been Notmax's name. How could Notmax still be alive if that body had been killed? I never actually arrived at a conclusion, but the disturbing conclusion to the dream was that Max couldn't be dead, was actually back in her old body that I just didn't remember and I only had to find her--
The end. More and more of these dreams about Max. I wonder what my brain is trying to tell me.
* That's one that hits you, instead of you hitting it.