On the juke: Virginia Coalition

Do you think that it’s possible to share a dream with another person, simultaneously? Like an internet computer game, where two people are logged on at the same time, playing each other, or whatever, from across the country or world, you and another person – someone you know or someone you don’t – can be in each other’s dream, which is one dream, at the same time. This may explain some of the really fucking twisted thoughts our minds render deep in our REM cycles, populated with people we’ve never seen before, or will see in the future, and every time someone says, “I had the weirdest dream….” Is it possible to have two (or more) minds melded into one for that sleep period?

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A passage from a play I’m reading for class, which takes place in 1985:

Harper Pitt: “I’m undecided. I feel… that something’s going to give. It’s 1985. Fifteen years till the third millennium. Maybe Christ will come again. Maybe seeds will be planted, maybe there’ll be harvests then, maybe early figs to eat, maybe new life, maybe fresh blood, maybe companionship and love and protection, safety from what’s outside, maybe the door will hold, or maybe… maybe the troubles will come, and the end will come, and the sky will collapse and there will be terrible rains and showers of poison light, or maybe my life is really fine, maybe Joe loves me and I’m only crazy thinking otherwise, or maybe not, maybe it’s even worse than I know, maybe… I want to know, maybe I don’t. The suspense, Mr. Lies, it’s killing me.”

Mr. Lies: “I suggest a vacation.”

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I have to go to work again today; I was scheduled from 11-4 but some people called in sick and my bi-polar manager asked me to stay. I negotiated a two-hour intermission, but I have to go back at 6, until 9, which really is not so bad, but certainly not what I want to do now that I’ve left at all. And I do NOT like closing. Oh well. This is the last time I’m working in two weeks, as Madison beckons, so what the hell, I need the hours.