ira glass dream

i had a dream last night that i got on the phone with the podcast ive been writing, ira glass, and that he called me up on speaker while i was in a dorm room.  i think it’s cause i’m on my way to UB soon for the MFA writing program, but this school was so much cooler.  it had a sloping lawn outside of a wall that was covered with windows and I got on a phone with a long cord and me and ira sat for like 20 minutes.

sometimes he would go through bad cell phone reception areas where i’d think our call was dropped.  but then he’d walk into a better reception area and then we’d pick up where we left off.  i kept looking around for my parents because i wanted to tell them that, “see, i told you ira glass would call me.  we are talking about really like everyday things.”

this is true.  on our phone conversation we talked about w.o.r.m.s, the writing series i go too and then i opened up about my insecurities about the Three Penny Review.  and somehow i remember him saying like don’t worry about it or something. then i thought about ira glass and tried to remember if he was in a relationship because i thought i’d seen him on the cover of a magazine with a wedding ring.

but….i was interrupted by the sound of a dirt bike.  on interstate-83 we hear them all the time and the city gave up trying to get the police to enforce laws on them.  i wish all the time that they would crash and burn so that they wouldnt sound so loud.  but this time in my dream, it happened.  there was this guy and i could hear him screaming and then i heard him driving into a pool, fighting to swim.  that’s when my alarm woke me up.  maybe somebody up there is trying to make me feel guilty.

I’d rather my ears here these things than the doubts about why BOYFRIEND hasn’t called

 

Okay so my boyfriend hasn’t returned my texts and I could have sat in here in my empty classroom wondering what was going on but guess what I did instead? I heard Geraldo River running his big mouth on the black and white screen down the hall and decided to join my computer teacher Ms. Butler and throw stale popcorn at the screen when we disagreed (for the umpteenth time) with just about everything he said.  In between the popcorn and the jokes though Geraldo I admit, did throw out some pointers about what and what not to spill to your boyfriend and that’s where and how this old popcorn kernel got stuck from in between my teeth and in my throat.   Oops.  While forking in sauce through my pasta at lunch I kept hearing all his messages till my ears burned redder redder.  Yesterday was better.  Thinking back to it hearing my neighbor’s crackly voice demand over and over again that her pug puppy sit still, seemed quite nice compared to the doubts I’m hearing in my head.  And so was the psychopath come to think of it, on this American Life whose husky lilt got me listening over and over to why he should be let out on parole soon (and now I’m completely convinced he should be).  Then there’s the cockroaches scuttling past my heater’s grate that got me tapping myself on the shoulder for applying out of here and to a cleaner high school.  So, all in all, I guess it looks like I’d rather hear a crackly voiced neighbor, a psychopath, and cockroaches running all over my room then what my head has to say to my ear  about why my boyfriend’s ignoring me…