Dream Last Night

Somehow all the blood in my body was replaced by blood of the wrong type. Something like that. Anyway, I was sick. I was weak and rather green looking. My dad and I were wondering through Georgetown looking for someone who could help fix me. A parade went by and a kid in an elf costume suggested we go to some antique shop where the ladies who own the shop can help.

So we walk over to the shop, which from the outside looks like the Venable building at UNC. On the inside it looks like, well, an antique shop. Two ladies come over to greet us. Dad tells them about what's going on with me and they say they can help me. They pull out this papyrus scroll and ask Dad to sign the contract, part of which is an agreement that he will pay them $150 in two installments of $75. He asks if he can just pay it all at once and they say no. Flustered he agrees to their terms and signs the contract with a calligraphy brush and ink.

The scene then changes and I am perfectly healthy, but late for a test at UNC. I'm running down the walkway past the rec center when I hear my name being called. I stop and start looking around. I then see Miles up the hill from me call my name then jump behind a tree giggling. I thought to myself, "I don't have time for this nonsense," and ran on.

And that was that.

Picture: Paul Klee painting "Dream City"