about a week ago, a close friend's dream and my job crossed cosmic paths. we both killed santa claus...
lala had a dream in which she and i were in college together hanging out (in an undoubtedly smoky room) when suddenly we ran to the window. tanuel had somehow gotten her hands on a missile and was preparing to launch. after a military file video of the launch, bloody reindeer began, wait for it... raining from the sky. followed soon by a mangled sleigh and the fat red one. all beyond CPR.
the next day, unaware of this prophecy, i was leading a discussion in a class using google earth. we were talking about the continents when an autistic student reminded me about the north pole. so i spun the globe to show it and talked about the icy cap of our planet. the same student then announced that this is where santa lives, "and he is real," he stressed, reassuring himself. other students in the class were starting to tell him that santa is not real, but he wasn't hearing it. i delicately told him that santa was not real, and moved on with his dreams all over my new shoes.
a few days later, lala told me about her dream, and i was struck by the beautiful circle drawn by our in-santa-cide (too on the nose?)
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