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THE DREAM JOURNAL
OF L. CARUANA


THE PHONECALL
Toronto, October 13, 1986

       Throughout my life, I have taken note of my dreams. Many, I will grant, have been quite mundane, or rather, blatantly non-sensical.
       For example, I dreamt that my friend B. was very angry and impatient with me. We were in the basement apartment I shared at the time with my girlfriend A.. I heard A. putting the key in the door, and thought to myself that, through her, I could atleast escape this uncomfortable situation. Then, A. came down the stairs and, without my noticing, assumed the role of B. She was very angry and impatient with me. But, she had no time as she had to make a phone call. Trying to be helpful, I said, 'I know the number, I'll dial it.' But, instead of dialing the number on the telephone, I rolled a piece of paper into an old, mechanical typewriter, and started to dial the call by pressing keys on the typewriter. This became very difficult, as some keys got stuck or clung together in sections, while others were encrusted with moss. Now A. was growing very impatient with me, but I persisted, knowing that I could make it work. Finally, the call went through...

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