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Oops I Killed the Wizard

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Last night I dreamed I killed the Wizard of Oz and stole his jacket. I’m not sure why I felt the need to bash him on the head, but bash I did.

My crimees and I then ran around Oz, not knowing we were there, looking at the weird “street art” and wondering how in hell any city could afford a community bath house shaped and sized like Noah’s Ark, or a giant, copper car-detailing robot with gleaming appendages and a living brain.

Then we found the Oz money. We really wondered about the one-hundred-twelve-dollar bill. Then I found the fifty-three-dollar bill, with the picture of a rose on one side, and Ozma of Oz on the other, and we knew where we were.

From then on, we skipped around Oz, poking our noses into secure facilities and pretending to be people we weren’t. Then some dude noticed my jacket. He looked at it like he recognized it, and I knew we were in trouble, so I ran.

Apparently, in my dreams you can bop the Oz police on the nose, and they’ll back up a bit. You can bop them backward through a door, then close it on them and run away. That’s what we did, and when we got away I finally took the jacket off and found the “Oscar Zoroaster” embroidered on the waistband and realized I’d knocked off the Wizard.

Nonestic2After that, we thought getting back to Kansas might be a good idea. We rented a private beach on the Nonestic Ocean, dove into the waves, and came up at home.

I woke up thinking what the fuck?

Did I kill the magic? Is the magic dead? Am I doomed to a grey life like the one Baum represented with Kansas?*

Matt says Oz/the City/San Francisco didn’t turn out to be the magical place I thought it would be, and that maybe I just need to get back to Kansas/Chico, where I have family, and where it’s safe.

I like his interpretation. I will miss the magical living robots though.
 
 
 
 
 
*Personally, because of the Oz books, I’ve always been a bit intrigued by Kansas, Dorothy’s home, and Nebraska, the Wizard’s.

4 thoughts on “Oops I Killed the Wizard

  1. Fantastic dream and I agree whole-heartly with Matt.

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  2. I wish I had dreams like that!

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    • Matt calls them my “bathtub on rails” dreams, based on my dream that my bathtub was on railroad tracks and I could ride all over the countryside at night, looking into peoples’ homes through their lighted windows and occasionally turning on the hot water with my toes. Except when I was drinking heavily, my dreams have always been VERY vivid, and a TON of fun. Lots of wtf moments. (:

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