I had a bummer of a dream last night, or this morning right before I woke up. Somehow I was hanging out with a bunch of neurologists in a social setting and when one of them met me he kind of gasped and exchanged looks with another one of them. And I said, "What," and he sort of shook his head and lowered his eyes but then took out his camera and took a picture of the back of my head. And when I insisted he finally said, well, it's pretty clear that you're missing the [something scientific] lobe. And he showed me on the back of the head where everyone else had sort of a large knob or a bump and I just had hair. And lo and behold as I looked around I noticed that feature on everyone but me. And I asked, well, what's in there? And he started naming a bunch of brain parts that sounded kind of important to me, even though I know nothing about brain anatomy -- "Well, there's the cortex, and the medulla, and the occipital lobe, and the blah blah blah." And he and the other guys around were sort of uncomfortable, and I began to realize that this was really serious. Like, I'll probably die. And, like, it's amazing I've managed this long with this brain that is really missing most of its important parts. I woke up feeling both amazed and proud of making do reasonably well for so long on an incomplete brain, and with this dawning sense of dread and limitation and mortality.
Yuck. I haven't really gotten over the dream yet, except with the slow relief that happens when you wake up thinking a dream is reality and during the course of the day start to remember that it wasn't, and isn't real.
That sounds like a creepy dream, but it made a good post as you recounted it. Unfortunately, I'm now going to ruin it. You mention that you haven't yet gotten over your dream. If you have not recovered by tonight, do your best to put into practice this old saying: "It's better to have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy." By tomorrow morning, you'll be fine. That's the prescription from Dr. Schaeffer.
Posted by: Evan | September 17, 2004 at 04:47 PM