Last night I had a dream that we were supposed to read the first two acts of Macbeth for my next class. But I didn't have the book and didn't do it. I was called on and my professor asked me what was on the wall in the second act. I said, "I spent so much time reading the first act, I just didn't get to the second act." My professor nodded, knowing I hadn't done any of the reading, but I felt some what justified.
In my dream, the first act of Macbeth was only a page long and when I found out, I was so embarrassed that I ran out of the classroom crying. What worse was that at that moment I knew the answer about what was on the wall--a clock was on the wall.
I ran out of the classroom and this girl I taught Latin with was there and she tried to give me a smoothie and I said, "No fuck you" and she said, "You are the meanest person in the world." Then she began to scream and holler until Professor Dugan came out of the classroom and told us to quiet down.
What I find so amazing about this dream is that I remembered from my mediocre 10th grade English class that in Act 2 Scene 1 of Macbeth that a clock is mentioned! How's that for memory!
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wow kate, i think you and i are having a twighlight zoney connection. i had a weird dream of defending the colonization of small new england towns against tony lopez's claim that it was all for capitalism.
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thats the best short story ive read in 2 months...
ReplyDeleteI "officially endorsed" you because I was so impressed that you are such an astute reader of Shakespeare's tragedies that minutiae from them has lodged itself in your surreal & brilliant subconscious. And by "officially endorsed" I mean I placed a link to your blog on my blog, which no one reads, so my endorsement means just about as much as Britney Spears' would after the recent VMAs disaster, although I doubt Britney is much for the poetry blogosphere.
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