Saturday, September 18, 2004

We unevacuated from Starkville, Mississippi, as Ivan began to hit that town. Starkville is okay for an evacuation, but I don't think I'd really want to be there otherwise. A. went bonkers because nothing was as it should be to him -- even the maroon color of my new M.S.U. ballcap set him off. The ballcap I usually wear is gray with a Cleveland Indians emblem on it. A. did enjoy his time with me in the hotel pool. I really can't complain about my own experience, in light of the pictures I've seen of Pensacola and Gulf Shores. Those pictures really hit home because I've spent some time in that area, as have most New Orleanians. Ivan was devastating, even more so than I would have thought.

I had dreams about T. on consecutive nights this week. The first dream was the more interesting of the two. Somebody came up with a machine to project the images dreamed by autistic children onto clear, acrylic screens (kind of like those screens in Minority Report). T.'s images of Dw and me were disturbing -- we appeared rather monstrous. His thoughts were written on other acrylic screens, but they were in Hebrew and I couldn't read them. In the second dream, I'm walking hand in hand with T. at a carnival. He is able to explain to others in perfect English how he has progressed at the St. Mary's school. He also declines some treat or other (for some reason, I think of cotton candy) and to do so very politely. Does anybody else have dreams about their kids?

6 comments:

Ann said...

I almost never dream about my kids. I frequently dream about sex. Surprise!

Marc said...

I can't remember dreaming about my kids.

I almost never dream of sex. :-(

Seems like I rarely dream period.

none said...

If I spend a lot of time during the daytime thinking *intensly* about something in particular, I will often dream about it as well.

Phoebe said...

Really, Randy, your dreams are usually way more intense than mine -- maybe it seems so because you remember the details so well, and I don't remember details very often.
When my kids show up in my dreams, they are usually very young, and they usually vanish -- either they were kidnapped, or I lost track of them. Your dream suggests to me a very strong desire to understand your boys -- get into their brains, so to speak. True love.

Dave said...

You know, it occurs to me that I've never dreamed of my daughter, at least, that I can remember. How strange... but then, not really. I rarely remember my dreams these days as well.

Jo said...

What an interesting dream, Randy. You have amazing dreams. Lately I don't dream. When I do I often dream of my kids but I rarely remember them.