Worms

I went to sleep wearing a hat, and I woke up. There were white worm parts, scarce and few, among the inside of my hat, but I didn’t clean my hat. I didn’t think; I went back to sleep.

Again I woke up for the morning and took off my hat. Green worms lined the insides squirming, squiggling, and worming around. Little green worms the size of my fingernail tips.

I am paralyzed with fear for a bit then jump out of the bed, rushing to my mirror, holding the hat. My hair is covered in the green worms, and I am afraid to touch them, but I turn on my sink and wash them away as fast as I can, tossing the hat into the trash, washing the worms away, away as fast as I can.

I wake up and walk slowly to my mirror. There are no worms.

June 8, 2010 at 12:22 pm | Dream Log | No comments

Pop Math Final

About 2 nights ago, I had a dream that I had to go back to school for a day to take a second math final, and I did just badly enough on this final to drop my grade to an 89.

I only remembered it now because a friend mentioned dreams.. then I remembered I had a dream log here.

But the dream proves one thing: no matter what I do or how hard I try, I can never really completely stop caring about grades.

May 27, 2010 at 12:04 pm | Dream Log | No comments

The Whale Who Ate the Moon

I was a whale in a cartoon world. The kind of whale with the overinflated upside down U head and a little string of a tail attached. If you took a photo of me, I would have saved into the .svg vector format, indefinitely resizeable in my shadingless, textureless shape simplicity.

My world was the type of ocean you saw in paper cut out animations. The ocean was three rows of waves moving against each other in opposite directions. The waves came in layers of light blue water layered upon darker water. But they were just cartoon-like waves anyways.

Me? I stared upon my waves from the shore. I was not a beached whale for in this world, I might have been a perfectly realistic and JPEGified human under the guise of a whale. However, I was not. So I jumped into the water. And my life begins.

Every night, there was a full moon. There was never day so long as this moon was there, so we didn’t know what day was. There wasn’t even an every in the night; there was only this night, this long winding trailing… night. But us whales didn’t care for such things. The moon was still as shiny as any shiny disk floating in midair.

So somehow, all my life, the only thing I wanted to do was eat the moon. Traveling with the other whales, I jumped with the waves, higher than the rest because I was reaching for the moon. For so long in my life, I continued each day with a semblance of improvement, believing full well that one day I would touch the moon.

And that day came.

Realizing the top of my blowhole barely touched the moon, I started to practice the art of tongue stretching as I jumped. And one day, as my tongue rolled out like a frog’s into the sky, I knocked the moon off its little coat hanger and let it roll into my mouth, as shiny as ever.

The other whales were surprised They cheered me and kept cheering me as the whale who knocked the moon out of the sky. And in a few instants, I forgot which whales were which for I heard only an indistinguishable clutter of cheers. So I swam away, taking the moon with me. To far away places.

I met a little whale. He did not tell me his name, but he saw the moon resting on my tongue. And he asked me if I was the famous whale who had touched the moon. So I told him I could be and gave him the moon, and he was astonished. But I told him to care for the moon and swam away.

All my life now, I continued, knowing and cherishing that the moon was somewhere over the waves. I started to swim the oceans, in my sense of life achievement, to help and recognize the other whales around me.

I listened to random strangers and eavesdropped into the lives of others. I complimented them for those little things they were proud of… the ones that others didn’t notice or appreciate so much. And I saw the little social hints all around that others forgot to take. And in the presence of others, I was the listener…

Because life was good, and I had already touched the moon. No troubles left to absorb myself within and seas of fish aplenty, the troubles of others are a spot upon a sparkling floor, waiting to be washed away like the sand on those cartoon beaches.

One day I remembered the name they called this sweet thing: loneliness. Loneliness.

That through all the time and through my glory, I was but a lonely whale who sought out friends by being a friend but swam afar too soon, trying hard to play the role of an unknown benefactor. No, I was just a lonely whale in a lonely moonless sea.

That day I searched for the moon again. I remembered the face of the little whale to whom I gave the moon, and I remembered the radiating light of our forever full moon.

While the sea was day and the clouds so cheery and the waters so warm, I searched for the moon. I did not notice the troubles of others. I did not see the hints of others. I did not stop to listen. Because I had a goal, and I was busy.

And I found the moon as bright as ever, even doused by the sun. And the little whale, now older, still carried the moon. And I thanked him and told him the moon was truly a beautiful thing.

He told me he cared for the moon, like I asked, and he cherished the moon, like he knew to.

So I told him today this everlasting day was to end, and the moon was to return to the sky, and he nodded. He gave me the moon, and I jumped one last time into the sky with the moon upon my extended tongue, and I hung the moon back onto its coat hanger. And there it rested, still forever full.

I never noticed the stars before, but the night sky is a truly breathtaking tapestry. And those stars to linger about the night sky the way us whales do in the sea, and they are together though the moon be lonely without the stars.

I swam away with the little whale to the shore, and together, we watched the waves, rolling against each other in our cartoon world. And we saw the moonlight shimmering across the water in our cartoon world and watched the other whales jump by.

Sometimes the night would turn to day and the day to night as other whales jumped for the moon and brought it back as I once did, but today, I was just a whale on a shore, sitting with the friend who shared the moon with me.

November 24, 2009 at 12:50 pm | Dream Log | 3 comments