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Dreamed that my dear pal Ed L___ – whom I lost touch with a decade or so ago – had married predatory Facebook gazillionaire Chris Hughes. Hughes had just bought the old apartment building in Oakland that I used to live in as a UCB undergraduate, the one with the storefront that was sometimes a porn shop and sometimes the International Driving School. In my dream, the place was more of a souk than a building with all sorts of strange and wondrous emporiums, magical creatures, and oddities, and Hughes proposed to evict us all.
I was Walking and Talking (Aaron Sorkin ™) with Ed, doing my very, very best to persuade him not to evict me. Denouncements and associated hijinx ensued, which vanished like dew drops in the first morning light the moment I opened my eyes. But in the very last scene, I was looking at a swimming pool – ostensibly at UCB – and thinking, My goodness that’s a really small swimming pool. You couldn’t really do laps in that!
And then I awoke.
Classic Jungian subtext, no? Facebook and similar social media banalities taking over my creative imagination.
There’s a Max subtext, too. Chris Hughes’ real life husband, Sean Eldrich, went to Deep Springs. Max knew him there.
Plus, Max has torn his meniscus yet again, which will require surgery yet again – why, oh why, did I ever let him talk me into letting him play on his high school football team? – and Max is one of those human beings who has to work out vigerously for an hour every day or he falls into the most debilitating depressions. His father is exactly the same way. So, I’ve been upset thinking of Max being immobilized. And then, I thought: Swimming. Perfect exercise for Max. And UCB has such a great pool.
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Once upon a time, I had some measure of control over my dreams – meaning that I could dream about whatever I wanted to dream about although I couldn’t necessarily control the action in what I wanted to dream about. There was a point, in fact, where I used to dream that I could see my slumbering body beneath me and that I could zip around spying on various people, which was all I ever wanted to do. Harriet the Spy is my role model in all things!
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Ed L___ was my dear chum throughout the ICM-Breakpoint years. I doubt very much I would have survived them without him. I very much regret the severed bond. But he has such a common last name that it’s well nigh impossible to track him down. I do hope he’s well. His erotic appetites back then ran to rough trade and Algerian porn stars. I still worry for him.
I was Walking and Talking (Aaron Sorkin ™) with Ed, doing my very, very best to persuade him not to evict me. Denouncements and associated hijinx ensued, which vanished like dew drops in the first morning light the moment I opened my eyes. But in the very last scene, I was looking at a swimming pool – ostensibly at UCB – and thinking, My goodness that’s a really small swimming pool. You couldn’t really do laps in that!
And then I awoke.
Classic Jungian subtext, no? Facebook and similar social media banalities taking over my creative imagination.
There’s a Max subtext, too. Chris Hughes’ real life husband, Sean Eldrich, went to Deep Springs. Max knew him there.
Plus, Max has torn his meniscus yet again, which will require surgery yet again – why, oh why, did I ever let him talk me into letting him play on his high school football team? – and Max is one of those human beings who has to work out vigerously for an hour every day or he falls into the most debilitating depressions. His father is exactly the same way. So, I’ve been upset thinking of Max being immobilized. And then, I thought: Swimming. Perfect exercise for Max. And UCB has such a great pool.
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Once upon a time, I had some measure of control over my dreams – meaning that I could dream about whatever I wanted to dream about although I couldn’t necessarily control the action in what I wanted to dream about. There was a point, in fact, where I used to dream that I could see my slumbering body beneath me and that I could zip around spying on various people, which was all I ever wanted to do. Harriet the Spy is my role model in all things!
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Ed L___ was my dear chum throughout the ICM-Breakpoint years. I doubt very much I would have survived them without him. I very much regret the severed bond. But he has such a common last name that it’s well nigh impossible to track him down. I do hope he’s well. His erotic appetites back then ran to rough trade and Algerian porn stars. I still worry for him.
