Pynchon Dream

[Greg Montalbano]

On Fri, 02 Aug 1996 11:02 EST you said:
>Last night I had a dream that I was attending a history class being
>taught by Thomas Pynchon.  Throughout I wondered whether the others in my
>class were there for the same reason.  When the teacher entered I was
>afraid to see the face of the man I had come to fear/adore in some way.
>He had fair-colored hair, wore WWI pilot goggles with the flaps covering
>parts of his face and behind his head.  His lecture consisted of a large
>red bottle of wine, cheeses which tasted or looked like sweets which he
>cut into a piece for each of us including my brother who was a cat, and
>some old preterite who kept babbling about something till I had to yell
>to get'em to shut up which I thought was mighty bad karma.  Anyway, there
>was no sense or topic of the class, just the teacher moseying up and down
>the rows asking us silly little questions about God knows what. I then
>preceded to do some rather strange things looking for my cat within a
>young girls bed somewhere in Indonesia but I'll spare you the details of
>that...
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>Richard Romeo
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>Coordinator of Cooperating Collections
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>The Foundation Center-NYC
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>212-807-2417
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>rromeo at fdncenter.org
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It took me several minutes before I could stop laughing & type this:

If I had  dreams like that, I'd never wake up!
Thanks.