Dream: having Danny Rudolph's keys
About 940 PM, 7/24, I woke up from a nap after having had a dream, which I consider notable for the feeling of folksy relaxation in it, which has been missing from my life in real life. As I fell asleep, and while having the dream, this guy sitting outside the neighboring apartment was on his cell phone on the back porch, talking in a loud relaxed tone of voice to someone. I had thought he was a young hispanic man. But he was a balding thin guy in his 50s, who was white. His relaxed voice had the effect of relaxing me, while I had the dream.
The main character in the dream was Danny Rudolph, who I went to grade school and high school with, at U of Chicago Lab Schools. In the dream: I was at a place that was like a cross between U of Chicago Lab School and a summer camp for grade school age children, of the type I went to as a child (I actually was a cabin-mate of Rudolph's for a month once, but after that in the subsequent years, they put me in cabins in which I was the only white and my cabin-mates were all black).
In the dream, I met with Danny Rudolph. He looked as he did in high school, but a little older. He roughed me up physically in a friendly way when I met him as was his habit when I was skinny compared to him; but I was no longer skinny compared to him. Then Danny and me went our separate ways for a while.
In the dream, I had my brother's keys, and Danny's keys, and my keys in my pocket. Confusion developed in my mind regarding which keys were whose. I went to the place where the lockers were and put a key into locker #618, which was either my brother's or Rudolph's locker (I knew whose locker it was in the dream but cannot remember now), to figure out whose keys were whose, by seeing which key would open the locker. Then confusion developed and I had to do the same thing yet again, to figure out whose keys were whose; I had to do it yet again once or twice.
This was happening during the lunch recess; I devoted the lunch recess to resolving the problem, I was in a rush and put alot of energy into trying to resolve the problem quickly, before the lunch recess ended. I was in I think the dining hall, and I ran down a trail to this place that was like a cross between a small library and a stationary store, because I wanted to get some little stickers, so I could put stickers on the keys and not get confused anymore.
In the little library, the librarian had these little colored stickers, about the size and shape of coins, on a table next to her. She gave me some black ones, I did not have to pay for them. I sat down at a desk in the little library, and started with the task of getting the protective layer off the sticky side of a sticker, and affixing one to a key so as to distinguish it from the others. But people had left their keys on the desk, so the problem of distinguishing key from key, became yet again complex and confused.
Then I was speaking with Danny, and I was telling him the truth-- at least one of these plastic sleeves that people use to put on the head of a key to distinguish key from key, had come unattached from a key in my pocket, creating confusion regarding which key is whose (I myself have been using such sleeves, but one of them has recently gotten lost).
The main character in the dream was Danny Rudolph, who I went to grade school and high school with, at U of Chicago Lab Schools. In the dream: I was at a place that was like a cross between U of Chicago Lab School and a summer camp for grade school age children, of the type I went to as a child (I actually was a cabin-mate of Rudolph's for a month once, but after that in the subsequent years, they put me in cabins in which I was the only white and my cabin-mates were all black).
In the dream, I met with Danny Rudolph. He looked as he did in high school, but a little older. He roughed me up physically in a friendly way when I met him as was his habit when I was skinny compared to him; but I was no longer skinny compared to him. Then Danny and me went our separate ways for a while.
In the dream, I had my brother's keys, and Danny's keys, and my keys in my pocket. Confusion developed in my mind regarding which keys were whose. I went to the place where the lockers were and put a key into locker #618, which was either my brother's or Rudolph's locker (I knew whose locker it was in the dream but cannot remember now), to figure out whose keys were whose, by seeing which key would open the locker. Then confusion developed and I had to do the same thing yet again, to figure out whose keys were whose; I had to do it yet again once or twice.
This was happening during the lunch recess; I devoted the lunch recess to resolving the problem, I was in a rush and put alot of energy into trying to resolve the problem quickly, before the lunch recess ended. I was in I think the dining hall, and I ran down a trail to this place that was like a cross between a small library and a stationary store, because I wanted to get some little stickers, so I could put stickers on the keys and not get confused anymore.
In the little library, the librarian had these little colored stickers, about the size and shape of coins, on a table next to her. She gave me some black ones, I did not have to pay for them. I sat down at a desk in the little library, and started with the task of getting the protective layer off the sticky side of a sticker, and affixing one to a key so as to distinguish it from the others. But people had left their keys on the desk, so the problem of distinguishing key from key, became yet again complex and confused.
Then I was speaking with Danny, and I was telling him the truth-- at least one of these plastic sleeves that people use to put on the head of a key to distinguish key from key, had come unattached from a key in my pocket, creating confusion regarding which key is whose (I myself have been using such sleeves, but one of them has recently gotten lost).
posted by David Virgil at 10:26 PM
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