Dreams, Reminiscences, and Current Events

I Dream I'm in a wheelchair van on my way to the WKAR public radio station on the Michigan State University campus to do an interview about The Listening Ear crisis intervention center. The van is driven by Duane, my 70-year-old barber, who explains that he can't take me all the way to the studio because the campus roads are too curvy, and traffic runs at 45 MPH, and since his vehicle has such a high center of gravity, it may roll over.

The interviewer is a Jewish girl I worked with as an intern at Lotus. She tells me that because of my personal problems, I'm not a good representative of The Ear. Apparently, I can no longer empathize with callers because I'm too wrapped up in my own shit. She tells me she'll have to interview Marcel, my home health aid, not a Listening Ear member,who met me on campus to open doors and push elevator buttons for me.

I'm told to wait in a radio studio next door. It's very cramped, and there are vinyl records in bookshelves on all 4 walls, and stacks of albums on the desk, along with a DJ turntable set. In the back right corner of the desk are the only CDs in the studio, all disco, including ABBA.. This was obviously some vinyl purist’s idea of a joke.

As I hear an interview start with Marcel, I feel angry, especially when he answers questions about the reflective psychotherapy method used at the Ear, of which he is unfamiliar, but he pretends he understands it. I also feel sad when I realize that the interviewer is right: I can't be an Ear anymore. I console myself by pretending I'm a hip-hop DJ, and scratch records on the turntables.

Upon awakening, I realize this is the first time I've had a dream with me in a wheelchair

lee - 8:08 PM

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