Oh, total weirdness; you lived in Damascus? That's my hometown! When did you live there?

Edit: Even weirder, my house wasn't even a mile from that location on Clarksburg Road.

Edited at 2008-04-23 11:58 pm (UTC)

We lived there for 15 years—from 1989 through 2004.

Did we overlap?

We did. I was there from between 1991 and 1999. How odd is that?

I was between the one-lane bridge (although it's not anymore) and Prices Distillery.

Were you near the house that had a For Sale sign out front one month and a Condemned sign out front the next? I always wondered exactly what the appraiser or inspector must have uncovered.

Do you mean right near the intersection of Bethesda Church? There were a couple of really decrepit homes over there.

Scott, OT, but I had a dream you were in last night. There was a football field that I think was used for field hockey, but for some reason there was a practice batting cage just past the goal. You were in the batting cage, but took a break. I had a very old copy Frankenstein written in French. Even though this copy was hardback and over a hundred-fifty years old, the cover art was Freidrich's Wanderer (http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.success.co.il/knowledge/images/Wanderer-above-the-Mists-Friedrich.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.success.co.il/knowledge/&h=1399&w=1100&sz=170&hl=en&start=1&um=1&tbnid=umKdCvBxNU7jVM:&tbnh=150&tbnw=118&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dwanderer%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DG), but even in the dream I was surprised because that was the artwork used in an edition from I think late '80s (Dover Thrift?). I threw the book in a perfect spiral and you caught it, because dream logic dictated it was the thing to do. Your wife, who was somehow the woman in your vacation pictures and a '50s movie star, appeared and started talking about coffee table books, which made everyone think of Seinfeld.

Everything about the dream makes perfect sense to me, except for the fact that I was able to catch the book. I'm a lousy catcher, and even if you hadn't thrown it in a spiral, it still would have either landed at my feet, gone over my head, or bounced off my chest.

I did write a letter regarding a position* at a school-based literary magazine right before going to sleep, so maybe my brain said, "Scott is an editor."

You just raised your arms in the air and caught it like a seasoned athlete. Apparently, it's both safe and feasible to throw an old book like a football (there were ridges on the spine, so I lined them up like football laces and it spiraled) and easy to catch.

* Apparently it was a nice letter, because someone "looks forward to meeting" me.

Dude! It just clicked... you look a little like Kramer.

That's the first time that anyone's accused me of that! Must be my current weight. I used to be accused of looking like Eliot Gould.

Ha! I can totally see that.

Rats! My source of inspiration is now public knowledge! Actually, I never knew about Armstrong's collages, and it's cool to think of him doing these. Thanks, Scott!