Thursday

Sept 6, 2001

the oddest dream

I awoke and realized that I'd been fretting about my dental appointment. The receptionist called yesterday to tell me they needed to do another impression. I guess they screwed something up. I want them to get these crowns made so I agree to go in this morning at 8:30. They say it won't take long and so I figure I can make my 10am meeting.

So the dream.

Forrest is there at the dentist's office with me. It is apparently a big deal. I'm going to have to be put under anesthetic as if it's an operation. There is a large room with lots of flat tables like operating tables. Lots of people in it, people on the tables and milling around.

Then I notice the dentist is naked. He's not my dentist, at least he doesn't look that much like him. (Not that I've seen him naked.) First a tuxedo-clad guy stands between the naked dentist and the TV crews. (I told you there were lots of people around.) Then my table and the naked dentist and all the assistants move over behind a book case full of books. (Like where would I get an image like that?)

I get up to go do something...go to the bathroom, call someone. I'm not naked. (Which is unusual. I usually get to be the naked one in my dreams. And it was supposed to be like an operation. Nope, I wasn't even in one of those snap in the back gowns.) I go up some narrow steps. There are desks and under one of them, there is wet concrete with 'Happy Birthday' written in it. I think, "I get it. Birthday suit!"

Soon the ordeal is over. Except I remember nothing about it. Nothing. Not being put under, waking up, or having anything done to the teeth. Almost as if I was upstairs on the phone, looking at the concrete when it got done. I need to get to work, but the dentist and his staff think I should rest. They bring in someone in an odd costume with something like a sore on the face that erupts but it isn't realistic, just silly.

The actual visit to the dentist was a quick impression of the lower teeth, the ones that will interact with the new crowns. No big deal at all.

There are dynamics for meetings. Some are set beforehand, some develop. There are problems with no real good solutions. I tire of discussing them. The meeting runs over and is, finally, thankfully, over. It's past my usual lunch time, which I usually take early since I rarely have breakfast. I go to Whole Foods and have a big salad with lots of mozzarella cheese and blue cheese dressing. I go to REI briefly and look at suitcases. I have trouble planning a trip without wanting to buy a new suitcase. I think I need the larger size Eagle Creek rolling bag. But I don't buy anything.

I stop by the parents after work. I leave work a little late because I'm arm wrestling with Windows and WEB conundrums for something I'm doing at work. I never seem to know quite enough about such things to get down to the real work I'm trying to do.

Dad is frying some pork for sandwiches. Mom says she just cleaned the kitchen and now they are messing it up. They are planning a little trip to Salado.

I go home to find FFP baking salmon cakes from Central Market and steaming vegies. It's very good. I have some cheese and green onions, too. But I don't have any bread or alcohol.

I'm doing some trip planning for when my friend from South Africa comes to visit. I'm having trouble getting into it. I like to go on trips but booking flights and hotels and especially worrying about someone else's logistics isn't that much fun. I'll enjoy it when it comes, though..

I think I'll do something constructive but I get stuck into the Roddick-Hewitt match in the U.S. Open and watch a lot of it, dozing occasionally and reading a little bit of the newspaper.

the cheese thing

Meta: When I have a dream to capture I really like it. Just goofy images to write about that don't have to have any great truths. Truth is absent by definition.

JUST TYPING

Dreams.
Leave wistfully on your waking.
Fleeing like apparitions.
Unless you speak to them.