more of me and Rosencrantz

continued from previous entry

During English we discussed Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead. Genius. I loved watching it, I loved reading it, I love discussing it. The entire time during class today, I just wanted to tell everyone about my dream last night. I was dreaming that I was driving somewhere south and far away for some very important reason. My mom wasn’t coming with me, though she sent me, so I was alone. A few hours into the trip, I stopped at a kind of grocery store for water to quench my unbearable thirst. (Whenever I dream about drinking bottles and bottles of water I wake up thirsty…) While I was there, I started chatting with the people who worked in the store. They were all really interesting people, and I guess I ended up staying the night with them, though they didn’t live together. We all bonded somehow, and I remember toward the end I asked for their email addresses so I could keep in touch. At any rate, they had asked me where I was going, and I couldn’t tell them. I honestly had no idea where I was headed. I knew that I had known at one point; I remembered its importance and it was on the tip of my brain, but I hadn’t the faintest clue where I was supposed to be driving. My thoughts in the dream kept thinking, I feel like Rosencrantz! I believe I told them that and tried to explain the play. It was terrible, to be driving and clearly going someplace and to not remember the destination. Before I woke up I found out I was headed for Atlanta, Georgia, to find some kind of medical cure or something. Strange.

So today during English, I actually felt like I could relate to Rosencrantz, and for the first time understand how bizzarre that feeling is. After school Meg and I discussed online what we discussed in class. It’s amazing how things come more easily through typed words to each other rather than in class. How words may be ambiguous, but I think I like the challenge of it. I think I write loving the challenge of trying to portray my voice and my thoughts through the words. It’s funny how some people can know so much about you and yet find something in yours words that you did not put there, and yet those that do not know you at all can understand the smallest layer in your words. Nolan and I are quite a bit like Rosencrantz and Guildenstern in the way we constantly confuse ourselves and miss each other’s meanings. Alex, however, barely knows anything about me, yet we understand each other’s words and thoughts exactly how we attempt to communicate them. Another topic was the roles people play. There are so many roles people play that I call sides to the people. It’s not necessarily that those different sides are incongruent with oneself, but rather just appear at different times. Throughout class I decided it was difficult to find anyone that knew every side of me, or had seen me in every role, though Meg comes quite close.

I’m hoping to take a snowy walk tonight… we’ll see what happens. 😉