Brooklyn Heights Dream or Nighmare?

By on March 28, 2008 8:59 am in Uncategorized

bkyn_eurotrash writes: So, here's a bizarre dream I had:I was in an old flophouse, or small hotel or roominghouse of some kind. I knew that I was in Brooklyn Heights in the era of Truman Capote and Norman Mailer etc. etc.I arrived in the middle of a dark and stormy night. They had an arrangement where writers and artists could rent a room out for blocks of a few hours as a kind of "studio space." I wasn't sure exactly what I was going to do with it, but it sounded like a great idea. My own little retreat. I paid $16 or something and got the space for a 2 or 3 hours.
But there was a psychopathic man upstairs on a mattress on the floor, and he forced me at knifepoint to compose flowery prose out loud for him. As I spoke I understood that my distressed ramblings were, in fact, the works of William Shakespeare, being composed as I said them. Once he demanded too much of me and I began to back away, so he dug the knife into my side, making a shallow cut near my right kidney or so, and I had to beg him not to plunge the knife in and disembowel me, please sir, thanks.

3 Responses to Brooklyn Heights Dream or Nighmare?

  1. cjp March 29, 2008 at 7:10 am #

    Was thinking how best to respond and decided that no reponse was best. But IMISS sums it up succinctly and accurately. WTF!

  2. Billy Reno March 29, 2008 at 11:42 am #

    OMG!! You too?!!…and then David Lee Roth shows up and stitches you back together before jumping back onto the stage with Van Halen?! And then you woke up uncannily clutching an all-access VH backstage pass?!!

  3. Andrew Porter March 29, 2008 at 1:17 pm #

    Anyone ever notice how a bunch of scenes in “Taxi Driver” are shot out the upper windows of the Hotel Margaret, looking down on the BQE. That would explain those weird guy-on-a-mattress-with-a-knife visions you’re having. I mean, WTF…