Which Is Where We Are Now

Driving with Alex and a bunch of people. We are going to a sporting event. I indicate a place to park. There are barely any spaces. Still, I kind of indicate that there might be more spaces further. As we take the long walk to the school, there are lots of spaces. I go to Alex and suggest we get the car and drive it up so everyone won’t have to walk so far back. This is idea isn’t taken up, Alex is concerned about being caught in the exit traffic; although I’m not so worried.

Once inside the gym, I notice steps leading right to were we parked; we could have taken those steps and avoided the long walk. There were a couple of easy ways into the gym.

Before the main event, there is wrestling. I participate. It changes into trying to keep a large rubber ball on stair steps. I succeed. The prize is a ball like the one in the wrestling game.

Now comes the event. It’s like soccer but with a rubber ball the same material used in the wrestling. I call it soccer-hockey because of the continual substitution of players. I get to play. I’m really excited to play. There are only me and another person waiting to sub, so I should getting to play soon.

I rent a room from a lady. I wake up and realize I’m close to school. I actually parked in the teachers’ parking lot. That’s kind of illegal; good thing I didn’t get towed.

I’m biking and I see a young lady riding a bike the same make as mine. Later I’m talking with a bunch of young women and they tell me she bought it after she saw me. She comes by. She shakes my hand. She says “I could never marry you, you’re too eccentric”. I don’t see what eccentricity has to do with it. I like idea of someone thinking of marrying me, then I remember I don’t really want to be married and I haven’t even considered her in particular.

I’m playing cards with some neighbors outside in the dark and simultaneously returning a program to Best Buy, which is just next to us. The store is open to the outside even. A little girl wants to ride in a plastic car in the store. I go across the street and pull the neighbors plastic car from off the caravan parked in their garage and give it to the girl. She has her delight with it. She and her family leave and I return the plastic car to the top of the caravan.

We are in a beautiful meadow playing cards. We are all children. This is a loving card game. Spades go after (for) hearts, clubs after diamonds. You have to like the person in order to play your cards on them.

I’m in a space ship on a scientific mission to engage with an unknown life form. The crew has its own drama as it gets closer to the planet. We aren’t sure if the life form will be kind or hostile and we have strategies for both scenarios.

We land on the planet very close to the life form which seems like some kind of Native American fortress. We attempt a peaceful engagement. By the time we realize it’s hostile, we are too vulnerable and there is too much inner conflict to effectively defend or attack.

In class. It’s on a stage in an auditorium. We are hanging around still. Professor has a music selection playing. I like all the songs. The playlist starts to repeat. A Bowie songs starts to come up. I get my guitar to and prepare myself to play it.

The professor is irritated by this… but I thought class was over.

I’m back at my parents home but I forgot something. Now I have to go back to class. I’m walking and I’m glad I’m not driving but this is slow going. It punishing how many neighborhoods I have to walk through.

Day turns to night and it’s like I’m skating. The What It’s Like song goes on. I slide by a very well designed high-end Bob Evans establishment and overhear a job interview going on. It’s between a young man and woman both well on in their careers and enjoying the scope of power they have in their engagement with the world. The songs lyrics are changed to my situation. They talk of the stringent inhospitality of folks. I glide behind some townhouses on their second stories and people point me away from the house in tune with the music as I pass by.

As I turn the corner there is a well-dressed lady eating a meal like at a restaurant in her teeny-tiny balcony and she points down to the exact spot I should land. I land where she points and sail on in the lonely suburbs.

I finish my last class. Then I participate in some athletic class in a large gym. I’m tired, so I take a nap between classes. The blankets are so warm.

“Good,” I think, “this way I accelerate my recovery.”

I hear some mechanical crankings going on around me. A classroom has been fashioned around me. It’s actually a very nice room. Well dressed adults file in; Soon, the room is full.

I sit up. They talk in earnest. Most of these people are European. I’m in a meeting of professors or intellectuals. There are some blonds here that are dressed in hot white dresses, my eyes can’t resist being seduced by them. I notice that I’m just wearing a white long sleeve shirt and nothing below; that doesn’t bother me so much because my lower half is hidden and I’m fascinated by the gathering.

“I’m not supposed to be here. So you mind if I stay and participate?” I ask.

A German assures me that it’s fine.

I take advantage of the situation and enjoy putting my own questions to the room, asserting my own thoughts.

The subject turns more and more to Europe. It dawns on me that I’m sitting with Nazis who are emphatically discussing the crisis of their military demise.

Light begins to shine from the blinds. We are under attack. The room mechanically separates to reveal the entire gym is stocked with spectators. The room disperses; pairs of attendees scurry along blocked paths.

This is no posh party. It’s a play of When Mars Attacks. I pull my shirt down and head out of the gym.

The gym turns into an outdoor stadium. The weather is nice. I’m stopped by one of the actors who is actually a reporter.

“You added a sense of realism to the play.” he says. “It became more authentic the way the actors had to play along with you while you were genuinely living.”

There is a manakin bust with a blouse and panties. He reaches for it and hands me a tissue.

I say “I thought you were going to hand me the panties because heaven knows I need them.”

I jog out of the stadium and pull up my shirt as I’m about to jog out of view, revealing my bare ass. The reporter cracks up.