Waking Finnegan

“We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our whole life is rounded with a sleep” ~ Shakespeare

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Monday, August 08, 2005

Running Dream

Lavish praise being heaped on me for winning an epic mile race---for all mankind! I'm on the same tragically misproportioned and rutted track of my Marshall High days. Stragglers I've lapped are now coming in one by one. "Hey, there's Peter Mogg, and Kevin Norwall and Herman Jones!" Jones, with his viscous drool flapping and clinging to the big M on his tank top jersey, summons me over to pump my hand like an oil derrick. "Good....going, good...going, you've done it!" I'm gawking at his kudos of complex spittle with fascination and revulsion---I can really see what he means. Glamorous and leggy cheerleaders with gleaming chicklet teeth are making glittery circular pom-pom codes in the harsh spectral light.

My mom and aunts and uncles and cousins are there wanting to get a glimpse of their prodigal hero.
Joyce is there too. A great weariness now begins to suck on my thoughts. I want badly to celebrate, but wind up telling all the camera crew, reporters and gleeful student body that I want to go home.


Blogger Perfect Virgo said...

'Viscous drool' was a disconcerting phenomenon of my schooldays too Finn. There were boys whose eagerness to chatter caused white, sticky goo to form at either end of their mouths. Strands would also stretch from upper to lower lip like elastic. Why didn't someone suggest they wipe their mouths?

I had a notion you would be a middle-distance man!

9:05 PM  
Blogger Heh Heh said...

Love the title. One of my favorite books and one of my favorite songs.

9:15 PM  
Blogger Zataod said...

Sounds like a fantastic race. How long before everyone forgets your accomplishment and starts looking for you to win more and more?

The building in your post looks remarkably like one I used to pass daily at The University of Michigan.

9:17 PM  
Blogger Queen Neetee said...

I suspect this dream not far from your waking world. Your words with marvelous arrangement deserve lavish praise. Really.
Oh,...and yes, good idea that you should go home and not celebrate as yet in order to prepare a wordy feast for us who await for next time.

2:21 AM  
Blogger floots said...

are you the original mile-mannered reporter
if so
wanting to go home says so much
(as indeed it does anyway)

4:48 AM  
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6:02 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

The drool in question was that slimy stuff not from talking, but the much worse stuff that forms on Tour de France riders and distance runners.
Mr. Jones had this stuff in amazing reserves---he'd never been able to simply wipe it, I promise you.

Actually I was a 2-miler. We weren't allowed to double like today. I was one of the few who would do the 2, so...

he who shall not be flamed. Come again? Somehow I think you got your mouse going too fast there.

The only thing that made running fun (remember I was only a teen) was the girls part. That was fun.

queen neetee,
Danke schoen. You're right in assuming that. The only difference being the prodigal part.(Read above). I used to have a ton of running/racing dreams loaded with self doubts, fear, victory, defeat, ignominy, pain and suffering. But the girls...

floots Mile-mannered reporter, hoo-haa. I'm gilding that one.
I can see why T. Wolfe wasn't a reporter.

anonymous, Ok commenters, this one's for you to respond to. Sheesh, one can't even go out for a heroic run these days without the "blogspamming paparazzi" coming out of the woodwork.

Oh, and hey kids, don't miss the Spamusementlink on my reading list in the sidebar. Do it today!

7:32 AM  
Blogger Grace said...

Hi Finnegan, many thanks for the comment and I would feel honoured to have you link me! And I will of course reciprocate. That building looks very much like one of the University buildings where I live. I wonder if anonymous is on commission for selling Viagra? What a job? :-)

8:50 AM  
Blogger Grace said...

BTW, I love your blogroll image links, great idea!

9:46 AM  
Blogger gulnaz said...

A great weariness now begins to suck on my thoughts.
i wonder why this should happen after you have won the race in the prescene of all your loved ones and the chicklet-teeth, pom-pom wielding girls?

earlier if somebody had spittle on the edges of his lips or some other such distracting thing going on, all my attention would be held hostage by that 'thing'!

i think this dream can be used as a music video. actually your dreams are like short movies. :)

11:32 AM  
Blogger transience said...

wanting to go home is the best bodily desire ever. i have love affairs with party poopers. but not pooper parties.

1:21 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Glad to see you took the hike over from Virgo's playground.

If you want to hijack here, go right ahead. Virgo is always a gamer, as well as Zataod and floots and queen neetee and gulnaz and trans and our new friend anony-mouse, who being a Viagra salesman "pops up" now and then. Normally I dump these intruders, but in honor of Spamusement, I thought better of it this time. Good fodder.

That building is John Marshall High School L.A. where my track scenes played out. Lots of movies have been shot there, which might contribute to its familiarity.

The blogroll thing I got from Trans and RuKsak's sites. Photoshop will do what you need. Image Ready if you want to do Gif stuff like Grafx and Soulless.

It has to do with Joyce showing up.
I can see why in the reading it isn't clear. How should you know who she is? She's my dead sister, and in each dream she's appeared in since passing, a great weight has come down on things.

Pooper parties might be an interesting concept Trans. Peter Piper Pooper parties with party poopers who pop a peck of pickled party pepper poppers.

1:56 PM  
Blogger Zataod said...

How come no one includes a link to the fine meat product when they spam?

3:05 PM  
Blogger Grafxgurl said...

ermm Finnegan...excooosee me... but...it sounded like when Anaconda spat out John Voight...lol..

hmm your not a party person are ya.

3:25 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

not commenting on your post so forgive me BUTBUTBUT saw your comments on Perfect Virgo's site. the quote from V for Vendetta??? are you a fan?

3:35 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Oh I'm a party person all right. I just don't like to be slobbered on while I'm cutting a move.

I'm surprised Spam hasn't sued.

cocaine jesus,
Gotta go check out what you mean. My mind is a bit shuffled today. Can't recall the quote actually.

Come back and comment when you can---yours are always full of heehaws.

5:08 PM  
Blogger Grafxgurl said...

hahaa.. they sound like huge doggies drooling...eeeeeeew..

6:10 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

the fool with the drool who acts so uncool and who will wittle his spittle not a lot but a little as the girls with the curls whose pom poms swirls in flashes of colour for one and another, aunts and uncles, cousins and brothers who sit beneath the chicklet teeth and . . .oh fuck i am so totally in awe of this site that i am going to fornicate with it tonight!

bless you big F.

10:38 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

huge hot dogs drooling many drools is very droll

cocaine jesus,
That was an amusing rap there C.J.
But i'm a bit apprehensive when I visualize you fornicating with my site especially while that Viagra vendor and his "tool kit" are still "hanging" around.

6:29 AM  
Blogger gulnaz said...

i'm sorry for your loss. death doesnt kill love and its clear how much you love her. i don't think she would want you to be unhappy or feel buried under some kind of a weight.

10:59 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

as a former miler i could envision the scene well, drool included, although we never had any cheerleaders to gawk at with their pretty chiclet teeth. i imagined a cobain teen spirit moment, and joyce showing up was perfect!

4:30 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

and that's the truth of it.

so you know the feeling and understand the spit. the pom-pom chick-let teeth were in real life more surreal than anything i could dream up.

5:10 PM  
Blogger Bouls said...

I love this one. Your descriptions are brilliant-viscious drool, pumping your hand like an oil derrick, chicklet teeth. I love it. And I can envision your screwed up face studying that disgusting, disturbing drool. Like an attraction and revulsion at the same time. The end felt really sad though. Family members either very aged or passed on, viewing a part of your youth, a little chunk of your history. I can see why you wanted to just go home. Really touching. I feel like I really get it.

9:00 AM  
Blogger . : A : . said...

Sometimes that is all you want to do at the end of it all. Even in dreams.

4:32 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Oh you've hit it on the head so perfectly that my chicklet teeth have fallen out.

Wolfe said you can't go home again. It's clear the metaphor was not intended for dreams. I do it all the time.

6:33 PM  
Blogger _Soulless_ said...

viscous drool flapping and clinging

complex spittle

Thank you. I now have one more reason why I've never relished the thought of being a field reporter (assigned to do ambush interviews). Ahahaha... ^_^

10:28 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

the tour de france offers up the most complex spittoon samples i've ever witnessed. up close in slow-motion it can even be poetic.

ambush interviews? now that's a new one for me.

2:11 PM  
Blogger . : A : . said...

Yes, completely agree.

7:10 AM  
Anonymous trafalgar baby said...

I find your dreams both fascinating, hilarious and even revolting.

I'm getting better at remembering my own dreams from some of your comments in earlier posts.

8:52 AM  
Blogger Grace said...

I struggle to remember dreams, one of the few I could remember was recurring and I had it analysed, the results were fascinating. I wish I could self analyse my dreams, might sort myself out! Thanks for the comment at my place, I left a reply!

11:50 AM  
Blogger luz de la luna said...

I'm wondering if you remember your dreams more since you started this blog? My guess is yes.

- Martin

10:13 PM  
Blogger Extempore said...

Joyce, kudos of complex spittle eh? You write your dreams beautifully. :)

12:02 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

trafalgar baby
Thanks for stopping by and leaving your name and comments.

If dream analysis helped me sort things out, I'd probably stop dreaming.

Yes, I surely have, although I've been recalling my dreams for much longer than this blog.

appreciate the friendly remarks.

10:16 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

hey! you, don't lie there a sleeping. get outta bed and start typing. we need those dreamnightmarehallooooocinations scribbled down and recorded here. like now!

it is now monday the 15th and i am waiting with a bunch of gorilaz armed with baseball bats so wake up and wake up fast!!!!

1:39 PM  
Blogger gulnaz said...

wakey, wakey, wakey
rise and shine, rise and shine
or rather, rinse and write! ;)

1:54 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Jesus and Gulnaz

Heheharhar. I can picture you two actually standing at my door with bats covered with Nine Inch Nails---good nightmare-prodders you, hehe!

2:38 PM  
Blogger gulnaz said...

bruhahahaa (in echo)

7:28 PM  
Blogger doriandra said...

free viagra and wild hand pumping, all in the same column of comments- be still my heart!

8:39 PM  

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