I had a very interesting dream, which I will retell starting, now:
It begins with a letter, in my hands, a very serious letter, which I open. Inside the letter reveals that I, little Liza Sorokin, have been invited to meet the President.
So, I am flown to the White House, where I meet Barack Obama. And he sits me down, and informs me that....
He is my real father. I am adopted, and that I am the love child of him and some College hook up.
I begin to cry. I find out he has many such children in the US, that I am the second oldest of these kids, and that I have an older half sister.
I continue crying.
Flash forward: I am in a car. The jeep actually. And I am racing in it, crying and talking on the phone to Joanna. I tell her the news. I cry. She tells me its okay. That althrough they are my adoptive parents, they still love me and everything. She tells me that nothing is different.
Then I realize something.
Wait...I'm a quarter African? That's AWESOME!!!
Anyways...I finally make it hope, tears dripping down my face, and confront my parents for all the lies they told me...the resemblances, the lack of baby pictures, suddenly it all makes sense!!
They tell me they love me, they never wanted me to feel different. But suddenly I do. Its not a blessing, its a terrible curse.
So I cry more.
Then I wake up. I realize my dream had a huge narrative flaw.
I was born in Russia.
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4 comments:
ummm that's the weirdest dream ever!!!
I like how I was randomly in it! YES! Did you wake almost thinking that this might have happened, because i do that too until I like get out of my bed and realize that is was just all a dream! haha
Gawd u wish u were a quarter black! it would have explained ur BET phase! haha
I'm justing letting you know that this whole black culture needs to stop at tyler perry's films and or tv shows. That I will just not tolerate!
I am laughing out loud right now!!!! That is the most hilarious dream I've ever heard! And I'm with Joanna, if you were a quarter black it would explain your strange love for the now little known artist, Sean Paul.
I've been neglecting your blog and I'm sorry. Here are my feelings about all that I've just read:
On Obamalamadingdong:
I'm sooooo jealous of your experience at the inauguration. I watched in a building on campus called the Red Barn and yes it looks like an effing barn. I was eating free pizza and crying while all the idiots surrounding me were talking and ignoring the historical event taking place. Welcome to Kentucky and the University of Louisville....jackasses.
On art:
I too feel that High Art has no place. As an artist who is ill-educated on visual art, but well versed in performance art, I feel that art is the manifestation of what's inside that you cannot verbalize. I think that "high art" is made so snooty nasty people can feel snootier and nastier and that so the artist instead of feeling something can make a quick buck. But if I keep talking about this, you'll have a novel.
On illness:
I'm sorry that you were so sick. That is always lame, but I'm glad you're better and that you're enjoying DC.
I'm adopting a Hemingway kitten. That means he's from Ernest Hemingway's property and has extra toes so it looks like he has mittens. He is tiny and black and adorable. I'll send pictures since you're his godmother even though you hate cats :)
Miss you and love you dearly.
-Allison
Hey Zaika
It seems that we all fell out of habit of checking your blog regularly. I just wanted to say "hi" and "i love you" and just post a comment.
Since we've already discussed your dream and illness and pretentiousness in art, i really have nothing to add. Just wanted to point out that as I anticipated your dream has a lot of entertaining power. I've always thought I am half-black (look at me!) so you don't really need Mr. President to be your father to claim African-American roots...unless you don't want to settle for anything less.
...all your night time drama - dying babies, first degree relatives in high offices, family betrayals....
I guess if you try to interpret this one, it'd be your insecurity within our family hierarchy speaking combined with your high ambitions within this hierarchy and beyond..?
You're just still a little compulsive worrier inside who is trying to keep cool on the outside and therefore your daily internal turmoil produces highly dramatic nightly material. Is there any way you can turn it into something positive - like make a buck (as Dali did) or something :) …so much for me saying “i really have nothing to add”.
Is it still snowing
in DC? it is really cold here and i cannot stand it anymore.
Love you and miss you so much!!!!
talk to you later
Lizunia,
I was reading your story and laughing out loud. It is really fun. Yes, this is great story and you should keep doing it more and more.
Tseluu many,many times.
Lena
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