More Than Mild Concentration

Part I - Joshua von Holder
In February 2004 my dear friend Joshua von Holder was shot and murdered by his transsexual downstairs neighbor. Last night I dreamt that he appeared before me alive and well. Needless to say, I was shocked and perplexed. He explained to me that he had not officially died four years ago. In fact, he had gone into hiding to gather evidence against his attacker. I was overjoyed to see him. Nevertheless, his story seemed to be lacking clarity. He needed money and a connection back to the real world he had left behind.

Part II - Work
I dreamt that I showed up at work ready to apply myself when I discovered that the computers were missing and everything was just made up of roads. Upon one of the roads I found my ex-boyfriend Matt Wilson talking to one of my co-workers. We chatted and he seemed genuinely happy to see me, but abruptly walked away.

Part III - Parents
At the bottom of one of the roads my parents jumped in fromt of me and guided me to their car. They ordered me to get in. My father drove and offered advice while my mother reprimanded me. My head hovered between them. I looked down and I was half-naked. I felt embarrassed and cold. I begged them to let me out of the vehicle stating that I had the means to get home on my own. They refused to stop, so I focused my attention on the scenery we drove by. The lush green hills were gorgeous and momentarily gave me a reprieve from their inquisition.

Part IV - Feast
I closed my eyes and when I opened them I found myself at a feast. I was initially concerned that I had nothing to offer, but quickly whipped up an idea. I walked over to my refridgerator and dug Romaine lettuce out of the crisper. My sister was beside me so I explained to her that I was planning on contributing a Caesar salad to the meal. I aske dher if she happened to have bread, so I could make croutons. She looked at me, but did not answer.

A long table was set on a slope causing the table to severly slant. As people started to sit they teetered in their chairs and unloaded a barrage of sarcastic comments. My brother and two of my co-workers were wisecracking. I ignored the chatter and focused on the green hills around us. I was cold and the chair I was sitting in kept tipping backwards.

Part V - Slumber Party
My friends Kerrie and Shannon lured me away from the feast and whispered into my ear that they had planned a slumber party that evening for 80 some odd ladies. When I entered their apartment it was filled with several beds and sleeping bags littered the floor. An estranged friend of mine from many years ago waved at me. I shouted her name, "Lindsay!" Before I could say another word boys dressed up like robots filed into the room talking digital. My eyes widened with disbelief and I lost my footing and fell backwards onto the bed.