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dream.20070805: ghosts and codes

by Rob Friesel

The ghost of Meryl Streep is chasing folks around this house.  Secluded out in the woods, over-looking a lake (with mountains in the distance), the house has to rhyme or reason to its arrangement or structure; its corridors go any which way.  Myself and a woman acquaintance race around the halls in the middle of […]

dream.20070802: drive-in

by Rob Friesel

Hopping like ninjas from roof to car roof at the drive-in movie theater.  Underworld has set up on the stage as a live accompaniment to the film; it’s like an Olde Turn of the Century production.  The show is slow to start and everyone is eager.  Rumors of seductions abound as the band begins their […]

dream.20070731: frozen

by Rob Friesel

I wait in line all day and into the night.  For some World of Warcraft sequel?  I had no idea; I play along.  A co-worker admits that he played games as a kid so that he would understand the computers when he got a job and now he has a job to pay for the […]

dream.20070720: sailing away

by Rob Friesel

It seems as though I am bound for more inviting harbors.  This sea-side town has had enough of me and me of it.  My meager wages and scores have not turned over enough cash to re-outfit my ships with the new sails that they require.  Instead, I have jury-rigged my own, stitched together from flags […]

dream.20070713: quiz

by Rob Friesel

The house feels very early-80s Rust Belt. A package has arrived in the mail for me; it is some kind of thick quiz. There are dozens of pages of line items, each a paragraph or two long; some of the exam questions even have diagrams. The test seems to be about copyright and fair use. […]

dream.20070706: barricade

by Rob Friesel

They’re breaking in downstairs, little by little.  (No.  Wait.  Back-up.)  The funeral was short and grisly.  (No.  Wait.  Back-up.)  Didn’t this start with fishing?  A party at someone’s house.  A camp or cottage on the lake and a fishing pier.  I haven’t fished since I was a little kid.  Turn your back and people drop […]

dream.20070620: routine search

by Rob Friesel

A banquet, a gathering.  All manner of co-workers (former and current) and friends and family.  All together in one place, seated around ten-foot round tables in a courtyard with high brick walls.  There is a stage with nothing on it.  I know everyone here and they’re all trying to talk to me.  I am embarrassed, […]

dream.20070618: work it

by Rob Friesel

The whole operation has been moved down to the beach.  The computers and phones, the snake plants and half-gallon aquariums, the desks and file-holders — it’s all set up in these tents and lean-tos.  (I shudder at the quaint cliche of it all.  How Survivor…  How Lost…)  We have turned the lamps into torches and […]