18.9.06

Does anyone have Dennis Quaid’s telephone number?

I haven’t been the happiest camper of all the campers out there for the past few months. I’ve struggled with a handful of silly/stupid illnesses and it’s tough to keep yourself on an even keel while spending extended amounts of time loafing around trying to heal from something as idiotic as tripping over wheelchair.

My sleep has suffered immeasurably. While stretched out waiting for cracked ribs to heel, and goofed up on painkillers, napping becomes a common habit. Which of course screws up your nighttime sleeping schedule, which results in sleeping during the day while the rest of the world is active, which leads to copious amounts of guilt and embarrassment.

The latest ingredient into the mix is a painful sinus infection that appeared out of nowhere. For a week or two I was pretty dizzy and it felt like I was wearing a hat that was two sizes too tight. During a normal visit with my MD she poked and prodded and concluded that I had an infection. She sent me home with a big bottle of antibiotics. For some reason antibiotics kick my ass harder than cheap vodka. I feel terrible when I take them. A week later the problem is back and she ups the dosage and changes the spectrum, or something silly like that, and now I’m on a new brand.

I’ve had nothing but Franz Kafka dreams for the past two weeks. I must be near the point of losing my mind but I don’t know how much further I have to go. Which is why I need Dennis Quaid’s telephone number.

Dennis (the Quaid brother blessed with the looks) starred in a1984 semi-cult classic film called Dreamscape, where he and other government-funded flunkies were doing experiments in entering test subjects brains.

[Hollywood drones—if you’ve run out of ideas and are looking for a reasonably solid movie to remake with all your CGI toys, this one should be in the running.]

My dreams are fraught with anxiety. Buckets of anxiety loaded into a cannon and fired right in my face. There are large chunks of what takes place during the dreams that I can directly connect to something I read in a book, saw on television, or discussed during a conversation the night before. The thing is, being able to dissect them later, doesn’t make waking up from these dreams any less stressful.

One common thread that runs through a lot of my dreams involves large contained places. Whether it be at a big consumer electronics show, or the San Diego Comic Con, the offices of a new company that I’m working for, or even an especially large house. I always seem to be in a hurry to get to one corner of the building to the next and my legs seem to be slowing me down, like I’m running through sand and mud or pudding. I’m always late getting to where I’m going, and a lot of the time, when it’s a new job I’m left on my own to figure things out and to get things started. Nobody expects me to do very much during the first couple of days, but I’m sitting there in this new office; I really need to be getting something done.

4 comments:

Marco said...

Quote: "I’ve had nothing but Franz Kafka dreams for the past two weeks. I must be near the point of losing my mind but I don’t know how much further I have to go."

Man you are crazy :P.. i hate Kafka, iam german, maybe thats why, but seriously that guy is weird :P.. must have been 2 weeks of hell for you :)..

nice blog and thx for writing :)
greetings Marco

Fred Schiller said...

Thanks for the kind words, Marco. I'm sort of German myself. I've lots of Slavic in me too. My parents were both born here in the U.S. I understand that I have a lot of relatives on my father's side in Austria. They say it's a nice place to visit and to live. I may visit my relatives there and move in.

Your English is outstanding. I admire people who have mastered more than one language. I have a tough enough time with English.

While I've been sick in bed I've been watching my collection of Eddie Izzard DVDs. He's a British comedian that my wife and I adore. There's an option on some of the DVDs to watch him do his show in French and German. It inspired me to consider learning a second language.

Time to run. Take care.

Fred

Tony Akins said...

Mmmm...Mud Pudding.
912 534 6769.
Fred,
just had the crazy idea of drawing that dream. But you wouldn't like it.
I bet that the feeling of being "unfamiliar" with the tasks you need to do in the new jobspace is your brain somehow clearing space to learn new things.
People experience severe memorie loss due to trauma sometimes. Maybe the brain induces anxiety spiking dreams as it preps new areas for formatting?
God, I rock.

Aaron Sowd said...

Get better, Fred! Antibiotics kick my ass, too! That means they're working. Eddie Izzard is a genius! Have you seen Sexie? Is it true he got breast implants?