Dream Trilogy

I didn't chant, and yet pieces of my dreams cling to me. I dreamt that I had signed up with the marines. I was shown to a tiny room with my locker and beds piled one on top of another. My first thought was to flee. I couldn't remember what had brought me to that step. There were men and women in the narrow barracks. We were on a ship. A sargent commanded that we assemble our weapons.

And then I was in the midst of a G.I. Joe episode, where everything took on an animated dimension, as if we were in a sophisticated computer game. We raced around an area I can't describe, and then

I was alone in a small auditorium watching my brother do the soft shoe. He was wearing an oversized black coat and jeans that all but covered his sneakers. It was his sneakers I noticed first. I think they were Pumas. I recognized the clamshell pattern covering the toes. He could have stepped out of the 80s, albeit his dress was updated to today's cool. It could have been a Missy Elliot video. Posted by eku at February 10, 2004 12:27 PM