Thursday, September 25, 2008

The Inception

I woke up around 8:00 in the morning to the constant howling of our neighbor's dog. Whenever a siren sounds the dog feels the need to communicate with it.

I stumble out of bed and make my way to the bathroom to relieve myself of the harmful toxins I exposed my body to the night before. For some reason whenever I am sitting on the toilet...I have the most profound realizations. I am a working vessel...I am breathing air...My design is complex...There is blood pumping through my veins and arteries. I don't know why, I just sit there an contemplate these things.

Suddenly realize what I was dreaming about the night before. My teeth were falling out of my mouth again...This is the third dream now...maybe I should look up it's significance. I check the mirror and give a big grin...Thank god! There all there.

I come out of the bathroom and grab my economics textbook. School has become my life. I read for awhile and notice that it is almost 9:30am. I change my clothes, throw my backpack around my shoulder and go out the door. It's a bright day, full of sunshine and crisp air. As I am walking to the bus stop I wonder when the cold will come. I prefer the winter...something about it makes me feel alive. Maybe it's the fact that everything else around me is dead.

I walk up to the corner to find my good friend Mano (he is a regular at the bus stop...He's there in the morning when I leave and there in the afternoon when I get back. For all I know he sits there all day). We talk for a bit about the state of our U.S. Economy. (I always seem to have "current event" conversations with him) The bus pulls up and I step inside.

The long bus ride down south is a beautiful hour as usual. As strangers pile on and off the bus I can't help but wonder where they are going?...What lives do they lead?

I reach my destination and a sense of sorrow washes over me as I realize I have to say goodbye to the beautiful day and succumb to working for a wage.

The second I clock in there is an overhead page stating that a trauma is coming to the ER. I rush over and see the paramedics bringing in a 16 year old girl that is completely covered in blood.

More to come...

3 comments:

September said...

great read...easy to visualize, compelling

Anonymous said...

The significance of losing your teeth in your dream:

Sigmund might say that it signifies a fear of losing control... I've had dreams like that too.

Konrad Newman said...

Your day sounds exactly like mine, except for... well everything that happened other than relieving yourself...

Nice imagery!