i started thinking about this dream i had last week….i suppose i’m a bit annoyed by how things are working out in my broadcast class….people are rewarded for following the same damn stories….”news judgement” – i know people are going to lead with the Iraqi prison scandal or something like that. I didn’t want to hear myself regurgitated what everybody else is going off of. apparently, that’s what i’m suppose to do 😛 it bores me.
oh yeah….i’m also very aware of who’s valued in the class and who’s just getting by…..guess what group i fit into…i know i don’t have the voice or looks or the writing chops….but i like to edit and produce and i’m running out of time….we only have two classes to go and i feel like i’m falling behind, thanks to random instructions and a lack of support. it’s all about the deadline. i don’t have problems meeting them. but i how am i suppose to meet deadline when i can’t understand what i’m suppose to do. you know, it doesn’t feel like there’s any focus to the class….ok, maybe there’s an emphasis on looking good on camera…..but it doesn’t seem like it’s a priority to make sure everybody’s on the same page….and when i stop to ask for directions, i fall more behind because everybody else is running to finish editing….
so back to that dream…i took my intro newswriting class on a trip from San Francisco to LA. we stopped at a Vegas-like casino, somewhere in between. we walked up to tables and slots lv free spins machines….laid down our Medill degrees and starting betting…some did ok….some lost it all….
it was nice time. there was a pool party. some guy from the Apprentice started hitting on me….he tried to force me to go down on him…in front of everybody. i kicked him in the crotch until i hurt something crunch down there. i knocked him into the pool. i didn’t look back.
i got a ride from one of my classmates to go to the zoo. i stepped onto a swing ride, like the one at Knotts Berry Farm. They said I had to carry these 2 huge beams on both of my arms. They were as long as the length of a house. the ride was able to take off. I could feel my arms weighing down. somehow, that gave the ride the momentum to swing everybody else around. i wanted my arms to rip out so that i didn’t have that pressure on my body anymore. other people on the ride were laughing.
the ride stopped.
i dropped by a barn. i took a lamb into my arms. it bit me.
my classmate came back to give me a ride back to the casino. the car was parked and he said i had to back it out of the driveway.
random? symbolic? what do you think?
I think that dream falls under the category of – “whatever you had for dinner before you went to sleep, don’t eat that again.” weirdo …
no, you’re the werido.p>