Written February 2, 2012
From Take Ten #2-8, "Out Cold": When the ball hit you in the head, you were knocked out cold for ten minutes. During that time, you had what you can best describe as the weirdest dream of your life. [The seed phrases are italicized here.]
I was in the Yellow Submarine, and the Beatles were serenading me with a calculus exam. (I don't know how but it all made sense while I was dreaming.) There was a potted venus flytrap looking rather out of place on the ivory grand piano (which took up most of the space apart from the drumset). The music was off-key and completely out of whack (what does a math test sound like after all), and I got lost trying to solve the problems. Then the submarine went out of town on route I-90, and although I was inside the submarine with the Beatles and the piano and the musical exam, and there were no windows, I could see all the purple cars passing us on the left-hand side, more like ghostly violet smears. The sun was shining brightly until it got mysteriously dim, and pretty soon it was dark and the Beatles were singing weird and unearthly tunes that grated on my ear. Then their songs turned into shouting, and then I woke up to see everyone yelling at me to "WAKE UP, ALREADY! We want to get back to playing!"
After writing this, I added this irrelevant postscript for reasons I now cannot fathom...for completeness I include it here:
I'm done, because the parts of my dream that took half a minute to write actually took several to experience, and so I wrote 10 min of dream in less time than that.
And it's too late to add anything because I already ended the dream, and I can't go back and edit!
And it's too late to add anything because I already ended the dream, and I can't go back and edit!
What was I THINKING?! (Probably nothing.)
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