Monthly Archives: April 2008

A New Pope

Tod is the new pope. Apparently the papacy is now on a 4-year election cycle. Scott was the pope previously, but now they have elected Tod as the new pope.

I can’t help but think standards for the pontiff have declined.

The cards we’re dealt

I get invited to the home of a large family. They seem to have about nine children and the parents are extremely welcoming to me. It’s possible that I am lost or homeless and they have taken me in.

We all go down into the basement to play a card game. The game is something like Tarot but it uses normal playing cards. Everyone is dealt a large number of cards (it uses several decks) and then each player announces how many of each number he or she has. We all go around the circle in order, saying how many 4s or how many 7s we have. They seem to think they can make judgments about my character or personality based on these cards.

At the end of the game we all share the “face card” we’ve been dealt. Mine is “Aleister Crowley.” They all remark on how interesting this is. The father of the family offers to take me someplace.

Premature aging

I go over to Stephen’s house and he tells me about his two sons. The older son is in college but is very irresponsible. He was supposed to pick Stephen up from a coffee shop but forgot and left him waiting there for a long time. The younger boy is a senior in high school.

I cannot believe that the boys have grown up so fast. It seems like it hardly took any time at all for them to leave home. I think that raising children maybe isn’t so difficult after all. I also think I’m going crazy because there’s no way those boys can be so old.

High School Reunion Pizza

I go to my 20 year high school reunion, which is held in an event space with a dance floor and a cafeteria. I sign in at tables like you would when you register for a conference, and I get a name badge.

Most people are in the party area with the dance floor, which is dark like a club. I go to the left and enter the cafeteria, which is pretty much exactly like a high school cafeteria with long low tables with benches. People are waiting in line to order pizza.

I run into Susie and we decide to get something to eat. She orders a pizza and then I order another one. It seems like we’re going to have too much food. I see the pizza that someone else ordered and it’s exactly like school-cafeteria pizza, all orange and greasy.

I remember that Susie has another kid and I check to see if she is pregnant or not. She isn’t so I ask if she had another baby and she said she had a girl and her name is Antoinette. I feel bad that I didn’t even know she had another baby.

The Young Dean

I’m at a college and I am talking to the dean (an older man) about information architecture and tagging. I tell him the term used now is “folksonomy.” While I am talking to him he turns into a younger man who starts flirting with me. He tells me he went to Harvard in a tone that implies I should be impressed.

I am staying in a dorm that is not unlike a hotel, with a large grand lobby and security that checks your ID before you get to the elevators. I go back to my room and I fear I have lost my keys. I go to the college bookstore and start looking around for them. I am reorganizing the book bags and backpacks when a salesclerk comes over to help me. I tell her I am looking for my keys.

I get a small knife for my keychain. It is just like the Cryovac penknives my father used to have, but it’s only about an inch long. I get it because they will let me take it through airport security.

I run into the young dean at the bookstore and he takes me back to my dorm in his car. He’s not quite sure where to go and he makes a wrong turn. We drive down a residential street with tiny houses on it. They are shaped like normal houses with shutters and a roof, but they appear to be only one small room. He says he doesn’t understand why students would live in a dorm room when they could have their own home.

I tell him I keep a blog on the internet where I write down all my dreams. He seems surprised and interested so I give him the address.