Friday, January 18, 2008

A Most Depressing Dream

I had a dream last night that absolutely depressed me. I dreamed I was flying. (Usually, flying dreams are awesome--although, in my flying dreams I used to soar over rooftops and I just hover about 5 or 6 feet above the ground, gliding past people.) Anyway, I was at this strip mall that had a movie theatre...and I was zipping past people. It was pretty cool. I landed at the ticket booth for the movie, where my friend Jay was standing. "We want two tickets to Cloverfield." he said. "Jay..." I interrupted, "You know we have to go to class. We can't go see the movie right now." "Oh, okay." he replied, dejected. And he walked off. I continued to fly around for a bit, when all of the sudden, my wife was there. "Hi honey!" she smiled. "Hey, I want to show you something." I said. Apparently I had never revealed to her that I could fly...and now was going to be the moment. "Check this out." I zipped around the mall area, passing by people who would just glance at me. I did a couple of twirls and landed back in front of my wife. "So...whaddya think?" She was silent. Stunned. And she started to cry. "What's wrong? Are you freaked out that I can fly?" "Honey," she said in her sweet voice, trying desperately not to upset me, "You're not flying. Your'e just standing there with your arms out...and one leg in the air. And people are staring at you. They think something's wrong with you." It hit me hard. I couldn't really fly. Maybe there is something wrong with me...mentally. Then, like a scene out of Sixth Sense, I played all my flying adventures back in my head. I wasn't moving past people, they were moving past me. And the occasional glances were people wondering "what's up with this freak?" I can't fly after all. I woke up...thorougly depressed.


blissfullykrissy said...

i know its not supposed to make me laugh, but it did. Tim, you and your dreams!!! Lay off the pizza before bed my friend.

Tim Glenn said...

What? No pizza? Forget that. I'm flying!

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