01 February 2006
Plagued by the Piano Man
I’m troubled by a vivid dream I had the other night. In the dream, I was working at my satellite office. It was Panera but it wasn’t Panera; it was quieter, dingier, and more harshly lit, kind of like a greasy diner. I was working on my laptop and these renegade pop-ups kept popping up. They were all still shots of Billy Joel, complete with sound, which for reasons unknown were set at ear-splitting decibels. Every two seconds, a different Billy Joel song shattered the quiet of the dirty Panera. YOU MAY BE RIGHT! I MAY BE CRAZY. And before I could shut one down, another one would pop up WHAT’S THE MATTER WITH THE CLOTHES I’M WEARIN.
It went on and on and on. I couldn’t turn the volume down and was continually pummeled. Chrissy Donahue Harmon would have been appalled. Finally, the manager asked me to leave because I was disturbing the other patrons. I left in shame with BUT IT JUST MAY BE A LUUUUNATIC YOU’RE LOOKIN’ FOR hollerin’ out my laptop bag. This is a classic dream of deep-rooted anxiety. The loss of control, the helplessness. I still don’t know why Billy is the one giving me static.