For some reason, I’ve been having frightening dreams that mirror reality— they include people I spend a lot of time with, they take place in my apartment/neighbourhood or feel like they do (a few nights ago my “home” was accessible via one of those electrical closets on the subway platform for the F train). Last night, I dreamed that while waiting to meet a friend to go running this evening (which is actually happening), I stopped in a book store and found four books I desperately wanted to read. Because they were store models, they were deeply discounted down to between .36 cents and .80 cents. I gleefully trotted around the store holding my four books and ran into a host of people I knew, from my kickball team to my running partner, and as I rounded back to where I had originally found the books, they were suddenly gone from my hands.
Panicked, I began digging through the area where I’d found them, but only imitation books with similar covers were there— and being sold for $7.99 to $13.99. My cheap book dream crumbled and I had to let go. Before leaving, I did one last scan and saw that Gore Vidal was selling his branded Gore Vidal Comfort Blanket, which was actually a nicely striped fabric, which people were meant to wear around their necks to relieve the stress caused by the economy.
The only thing I can glean from this is that I have now embraced living cheaply in dream life as well as real life… and also that the recesses of my mind come up with some very strange things. The Gore Vidal Comfort Blanket?
