The Kestrel's Dreams

December 11, 2014

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STOP!

I was in an art class, and many of my students were there with me. I might have been teaching or at least helping out in the class. I was sitting in a beanbag chair at some point. One of my students, B (who is an English Language Learner), came over and sat on my head somehow. He was immensely heavy, and he was bending my neck and back in a way that made it so I couldn't breathe, and it hurt a lot. I yelled "STOP!" But he didn't seem to understand me, because he just sat there. He somehow used my eye-socket as a footrest, and put his heels in them. I yelled "STOP!" a few more times, feeling I was going to die, and somehow shrugged him off. I held him by the shoulders and panted, "STOP MEANS YOU HAVE TO GET OFF!" He must have realized he'd hurt me, because he looked like he was going to sob, so I wrapped him in a big old hug as if it was him that had almost died, not me.




But the ICECREAM!

I was going up north with Zukin. We were going to meet at an old cottage in the middle of nowhere to go camping and roughing-it. I was looking at the map and deciding which trains I would have to take to get there, and wondering if the Ice Cream I was going to bring would survive the trip. I might have actually been driving there. I remember seeing a road I dreamed about before on the map, to the east. It wasn't labeled, but I knew, because I had a feeling. I was still fretting over getting the ice cream to that cottage in the woods, when I decided randomly to get on a train to China without a ticket. I just wanted to see what the inside of the train was like, but it started moving while I was on it, so I ran to the back of the train, where there was a little platform. The train was like an old steam engine's car, but with modern touches to it. Anyways, I sat on the little platform and, before the train picked up a lot of speed, slid off onto the track below me. The train had only gotten maybe 50-100 feet from the station, which, now I could see it, was very small and simple. I looked back at the train, which was gaining speed now, curving to the right through the woods, toward a big bridge with another platform on it.

I sensed a couple running down the tracks next to this track, saying something about how they missed the train, and now had to run all the way up to the bridge platform to catch it.

I turned back and walked to the station, and ended up in a line of Chinese visitors, who were going through customs. Any one of them could have just walked off because there were no walls at this station (it was more like an outdoor bus transit center than an international train station [disregarding the fact that there was a train to China from the USA]). But they were just waiting in line, and some people were cutting. The rest of them were just kinda "eh, whatever," about it. I tried to get them to stand their ground against the cutters, but they wouldn't, and I woke up.