Nearly two decades ago I typed out (on a typewriter, no less) a weird dream featuring a high school friend and later used it to create a Burroughs style cut-up.
Months later I learned a friend had an exciting run-in with a freaky room-mate that ended up involving the cops, some cocaine, and a gun. While catching up over the phone he relayed the highlights of his near-miss with this life-changing run-in with the law, and I realized that the dream I had written down had many very odd similarities with his story.
Unfortunately, the half-finished cut-up had pretty much destroyed the original narrative, and I'd lost some of the cut-up bits.
So, I never did find out if I had had a weird semi-prophetic dream, or if the whole thing was, well, a dream.
I really wish I hadn't cut up my only copy of that dream. Stupid non-digital copies. posted by clvrmnky at 8:20 PM on January 5, 2010
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Months later I learned a friend had an exciting run-in with a freaky room-mate that ended up involving the cops, some cocaine, and a gun. While catching up over the phone he relayed the highlights of his near-miss with this life-changing run-in with the law, and I realized that the dream I had written down had many very odd similarities with his story.
Unfortunately, the half-finished cut-up had pretty much destroyed the original narrative, and I'd lost some of the cut-up bits.
So, I never did find out if I had had a weird semi-prophetic dream, or if the whole thing was, well, a dream.
I really wish I hadn't cut up my only copy of that dream. Stupid non-digital copies.
posted by clvrmnky at 8:20 PM on January 5, 2010