Vavarthy

A Dream From The Past

My brother-in-law notices that a famous football player looks suspiciously like my father. The football player's name is "Michael Vavarthy" and my father's name is "Michael Laverty." We skim through photos and videos of him and are convinced that the football player is my dad. We show the rest of our family but they do not think it is him. Dream ends.

I wake up

Senioritis

Dream 6/2/2017

It's my senior year of high school and I don't care anymore.

A teacher has asked me to write an essay. The topic of the essay is my choice. I decide to write about my love of writing and particularly my blog called Sleep Talk. I begin the essay. At the top left of the page I write my name "Keith Laverty," although the middle name I use is strange. At the top right of the page I write the teachers name "Mr. Keith Smith." The teacher walks into the room and tells me that I am using the wrong lined sheet paper. I ask a friend if I can borrow the correct type of paper. He gives me a sheet of the exact type that I was using before. I use it anyway.

In my essay I write about how I have many of the same dreams and then how my dreams have evolved. For example, when I use to dream about high school, the dream was almost always about me forgetting to do some important math homework. Now when I dream about high school, the dreams have evolved into a plot in which I don't know what class I am supposed to attend.

I never hand in the essay. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Paperback Writer

Dream 2/11/2017

     The town I am in is nearly empty. Dead. Nobody is here except for the ferry operators. The ferry is a hover ship. It hovers twenty feet above the ground. I take the ferry and tour the ghost city.

     In South Africa, I visit a library. Whenever I visit a bookstore or library, especially one in another part of the world, I like to check if they have any of my published books. I move down the last names of each book on the shelf until I get to "Laverty." Wow, they have one. All the way in South Africa. I grab it. It's my guitar tutorial book. It teaches beginning guitar students how to play chords and then songs with those chords. This particular book seems to have been used a lot. The pages are frazzled and there are papers left inside, probably from the last user.

     The clerk asks if I want to check that one out. I mention that I'm just looking at it because I wrote it. He is pleasantly surprised and tells me that I can just have it if I want. I tell him, "no, it looks like it's getting good use here." I put it back on the shelf. Dream ends.

I WAKE UP.