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...
Thursday, September 25, 2008
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3 comments:
great read...easy to visualize, compelling
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.
Your day sounds exactly like mine, except for... well everything that happened other than relieving yourself...
Nice imagery!
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