today at work as i was busting my ass & he was just standing in the hall, lingering, dr s________ asked me, "are you a peacemonger, ricka?"
�"i am a
rabid peacemonger."
�"then you don't think that we should have the airstrikes?"
�"i think military action is the wrong action."
& then i went back to busting my ass to keep his clinic running in smooth order, while he just stood there offering his opinions, which all centered around What We Need To Do About Terrorism. namely: Kill Em All.
at one point he said he would put me on a plane with all the missiles to send over. i don't know if this was because he thinks i should be punished for my pacifism, or if he had already forgotten it (the pacifism) & thought i would make a good pilot. (i wouldn't. i can't even drive.)
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:last night i dreamt that we had to move. in the dream i found the perfect apartment (which may or may not have been in canada) & signed a 5-year lease. when we moved in i ran to the kitchen & screamed in horror because the oven was electric. i threw myself on the floor & begged to be let out of the lease. i wept to think of trying to cook on an electric range.
i can't tell if this is how i would have reacted in real life.
i think this is the first Anxiety Dream i have ever had. i don't have dreams in which i show up for important things naked. i once had a dream in which my mom walked in on me having sex. (i used not to dream about sex, either.) i never have dreams about showing up for a final & realizing that i never went to class.
although once that happened to me, for real. mischka, or monsta, could tell you about the Night I Stayed Up To Learn German, because i hadn't gone to class all semester. i learned enough german to get a B on the test, too. when i sat at the desk writing out fairy tales for my essay tests (no kidding) i knew it wasn't a dream.
Und wie sie nicht getroben sind, leben sie dort noch heute.
