Hundred-Foot Beagle
Dreamed 2002/3/22 by Wayan
I'm not me tonight--I'm my friend Dawn. I'm in a hotel downtown--here for a business-related conference at Moscone Center. I have to share the suite with an Englishman who says I'm disappointing. Not sure why. But I feel quite hurt.
So I leave. I glumly wander SoMa (around Moscone Center), unsure just where I'm trying to go, or why I came to this conference.
Come to a big parking lot full of busses fueling up by some dumpsters. Someone waiting to get on tells me they're the All-Filipino Bus Line, meandering through town to all the Filipino-heavy neighborhoods.
What's my response? I loudly announce "I wish I had a hundred-foot beagle!"
I know as I say it that I'm just saying it to shock. I have no use for a giant dog, other than drawing attention, and of course discouraging more putdowns from stupid convention-people.
Though that doesn't really explain why, out of all the wonders of the world, I chose THAT to wish for.
NEXT MORNING
THAT DAY
Dawn calls to tell me she just had to attend a business conference that felt all wrong to her--as an exercise to toughen themselves against criticism, they were ordered to get in pairs and say hurtful things to each other!
Dawn walked out. But she felt so upset she got lost; she had to hike an hour through endless parking lots, seeking her car. No, not a hundred-foot beagle. But still.
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