dream
Thursday, August 21

a bus rolled down the hill. it stopped, and dropped off several people. i couldn't believe it. it was the entire arcaholics crew (my hs friends). i hadn't seen them for at least 5 years. there was a lot of backslapping, hugs, and jokes.

they all came into the house, which didn't look like the place my parents live in now. it was very isolated in a forest.

my mom wasn't ready for so many guests, so she set out to prepare dinner for them, while they all chilled in my room. she was making an elaborate mexican dish.

when i called for my friends to eat, there was no answer. i went to my room, where i found all my friends sleeping. "dude, wake up! it's dinner time!" groans answered me. one answered, "jacob, we just flew all night. we're tired, dude. let us sleep."

i went back into the dining room, and sat. i was alone with 12 plates of steaming food around me.

dreamshift

at a school, reading the bible: i opened the book and read stories about winnie the pooh.

i desperately wanted to get into *******, a special school for the in-depth study of the bible (the school felt more like hogwarts than harvard or westminster). but the cost to attend was ridiculously high. unattainable for me.

i sat down, drowning in my own sorrow. then, someone called my name, and handed me a slip.

"jacob, this is a special account that your parents had set aside for you."

i stared at it. there were so many digits. the ****** tuition fee would hardly make a dent in this.

then, at the bottom of the slip, i saw the words, "if you want to attend ****** with this money, you must read the bible 8 times, in 8 different versions."

for some reason, i was not deflated nor discouraged. it would take me several years, but it didn't matter. i promptly opened my king james bible and started to read vigorously.

dreamshift

pain suddenly shot through me and made me kneel. the pain seemed to grip me by my innards and wouldn't let go. like a twisted soul or an innocent babe, the pain played with me: gripping, releasing, twisting and turning, laughing all the while.

i was at its mercy, and i felt a strong need to cry. but i clenched, bore down, and refused to surrender. i would ride this through. this continued for what seemed to be a long time...

/dream

... and then i found myself still in the throes of pain, but very much awake. i took several minutes to orient myself, until the pain shot through me again. i plodded to the bathroom, and let go.



yakob at 11:24 AM

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