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August 11, 2004
NIGHTMARE ON SOME CHICAGO STREET
I cannot resist posting my latest dream. However, I will preface this entry by saying that I have never been one to wake up and write my dreams down or expend a lot of energy contemplating them (the "meaning" and "symbolism"). At the same time, I am a half believer in "omens," which stems from my never ending literary endeavors. Here is my interpretation of the dream I had this afternoon: it was a really bad omen.
It all started near Grant Park in Chicago as 40,000 runners made their way to the starting line. I was running late for the race and for some reason beyond me, my twin sister decided to run the marathon with me. So we showed up late and started behind everyone, but I couldn't move. My legs literally froze and as I tried to propel myself forward, I felt a powerful force working against me. I could barely move one foot in front of the other, but I kept on trudging. The course grew increasingly weirder too: we ran through the Chicago Police Dept. - following the black arrows - and then through a lighting store where I proceeded to run up and down every aisle and get lost. Things got progressively worse and that is when I........
dropped out.
I hit the halfway mark in 2:19 and called it a race, ripping off my chip in utter disgust.
I woke up to the phone ringing and was convinced that this really happened. I hope it is nothing more than anxiety and nervousness, but I am a little on edge!
Posted by bridget at August 11, 2004 06:57 PM