2005-04-01 
 

dream of the pulitzer

Been having strange dreams lately.

Early this morning I found myself in some New York highrise where a sensibly shoed woman in a power suit offered me a chance to be a senior manager at her magazine. She led me down to a young ponytailed man's cube with the idea that he would show me the ropes. After listening to him go on at length about his strange filing system, I suddenly realized that he had a working scale model of the space shuttle strapped to his back.

I mentioned it, he said,"Oh Yes!", began a countdown and blasted through quite a few floors before popping through the roof. At this point, the shuttle became unbalanced and started jetting him back towards ground, but he saved himself by detaching at the last minute and grabbing onto a lamppost. After climbing down, he came back up to the cube and told me that my first piece was due in two hours...at 4. The only requirement? The subject must be:

Home

Home is where the heart is. Home sweet home. There's no place like home.

If house is the physical body, then home is the soul.

My sleeping brain found these half formed thoughts to be brilliant, and I awoke feeling sure that I'd end up with a Pulitzer. It washed away in the shower, but I enjoyed the feeling while it lasted.

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* posted by me at 1:25 AM

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