Dec 4, 2007

dreamed that i went to a doctor in a warehouse. the warehouse was filthy and abandoned and ceiling holes had dripping water through them but the doctor had set up a shiny white clean examining area in the middle of the open warehouse space. he sat me on the table, on that white butcher paper, and started looking in my mouth. somehow either he was very small, or my mouth was very large, because he could get his upper body entirely in there, head and both shoulders, like an auto mechanic under a car on a lift. i could feel him probing at the roof of my mouth, which hurt, like he was prodding at my palette with a putty knife or something. he was talking the whole time about his family's holiday plans, they were heading north where it gets cold but he was worried about snow and ice and the roads, complaining about having to get out of the car on the highway shoulder to put chains on his tires. then he made some sound of discovery and reached up, i could somehow see him inside my hot humid mouth cavity reaching up, to peel back a layer of plasticky skin like a sheet of packaging tape from across the entire roof of my mouth. the red flesh underneath sagged like a water balloon. with a gloved hand he reached up into the flesh and started pulling stuff out. chunks of rusty bent metal and junk and splintered scrap wood. he pulled out the end of an extension cord that you plug into things but he couldn't use it because he needed a 3-to-2 converter. it was the cord that he seemed to have been looking for. then suddenly i was scrubbing up at a sink with nurses attending. i was about to do surgery on the inside of my own mouth to painstakingly reshape it. i was telling the nurses that the challenge behind this surgery was getting the shape right so my voice wouldnt change, i'd have to carve or build the palette and talk a bit to listen to the voice, and then carve or build more until it was just acoustically right, i expected the surgery to take 3 or 4 hours.

that's all.

1 comment:

evie said...

i miss "the delay," but am already clear that "attention, without a me" is still a chris vitiello production. : ) happy trails on this new track!

peace.