Dreams, Reminiscences, and Current Events

 
             

   
 
 

Sunday, May 25, 2003

 
2 new dreams:

I was taking a test and on the third page of the test the was a question "How many times has Lee Abramson skipped this class?" I got real mad and ran up to the front of the classroom where the teacher was and started yelling at her, although I don't remember exactly what I said. I ran out of the classroom in embarassment and disgust.

The other dream was more disturbing, although I don't remember being upset while I was having it. It was a Friday afternoon at Zeta Psi fraternaty and I was hanging out with my friends Terry Mulligan and Steve Martin. They went to the freezer and took out what looked like thin wafers of sugar that were stacked up in a pile. I think it was metacathadone, a speedy drug that one of the chemistry majors at the house had whipped up that year. After a period of time the 2 guys started acting erratic with hand tremors and twitching eyeballs. Suddenly I had a bad feeling that the two guys were going to harm me in some way, and I remeber them talk to each other using a military-style one handed sign language. They dragged me to the living room where there was a couch, and they sandwiched me between their bodies and started smushing me. Later that evening I was in the restroom of the co op where I was living at the time. A guy came in and asked for a towel to hang himself with. I told him that to really make the party happening he should hang himself from the sculpture on the roof above the balcony so that everyone at the party would have to dodge around his dangling body as they entered the house. A bit later I was on the porch where the keg was, and Terry and Steve approached the party. I told them that they weren't fit for human company in their current condition, so they left with a slightly miniature version of Bob Dylan. All of the sudden the suicidal man fell from the roof over the balcony, but his body fell to the ground, with only his head and neck dangling from the roof. The only people laughing were me and Adolf Hitler, who was drinking Milwaukies Best from a plastic cup.

lee - 12:14 AM

 

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