[49] Dreams and Reality Landscapes

[filmnoir]

I had an interesting dream last night. In it, a woman I dated briefly in Saginaw (but had distinct ties to WSU) was teaching an IL (information literacy for those nonlibrarians among you, valued readers) course in the SVSU teaching lab. The interesting thing about it it was she was teaching about how to differentiate scholarly material in different languages. I remember feeling a little lost until she talked about some with Spanish titles which I am familiar with. The IL course ended and we chit-chatted as the lab emptied. Before I left though she wanted to warn me about a person as she said they were "messing with [my] head"; to give her warning more meaning she even wrote the words "MESSING WITH HEAD" on the dry erase board. The dream then shifted to a field near a mountain range with tall grass where I stood hand in hand with a woman I could not see for whatever reason. I almost said something about the spectacular view but then realized my companion would say something to that effect in a moment. Surprisingly, the woman simply said "You're beautiful." Then the dream shifted to a bedroom and my realizing that the normal space I've left for another person while sleeping (since the L. days; 'tis still an actual habit) was filled by someone sleeping there and the wonderful feeling that entailed.

To add more stupidity to the whole needlessness of the military in Iraq, the news anchor for ABC and his cameraman got seriously injured when a road bomb struck their vehicle. I had once aspirations of being a journalist but I wonder just how far some will go to get a story. I just wonder if putting oneself in harm's way is worth a single story--from whatever perspective--especially if it is eventually distilled down to the point of general American acceptability.

~avec plaisir~