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This is one of 5 nightmares I had tonight/today
In this dream the yeshivah was a house in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan and I still lived with my parents. Jean Chretien was still Prime Minister. I was at the yeshivah for some sort of soiree and was annoyed to hear one of the teachers, who in real life is, as H. put it, "a Hellenistic, body-glorifying freak," arguing loudly in the living room that no fat people should be allowed to serve in the Canadian government. As a side note to this he noted contemptuously that Jean Chretien had recently thrown up and that made him unhealthy enough to be "as bad as" fat.
I was enraged by his hideous guffaws and snuck into the dining room, where I found his plate laid out for him. I tipped over his wine glass into his plate, in some sort of weird parallel to Jean Chretien vomitting.
Then I went back into the living room, where all my teachers were sitting and drinking. I said to the Hellenist, "I think I've done something awful." "Don't worry," he replied, "Probably the person won't even notice." But then he got up and went into the other room and returned in an incredible wrath. "Yonah, you did this!" he shouted. "If you had told me before I would have forgiven you, but now I never will!" The entire room was disgusted and furious with me, even my first Talmud teacher whom I greatly respect and fear.
I decided to show myself out and on the way saw my dad arguing with someone working in the kitchen. My dad was saying "Can't you just give me the fork and we'll boil it ourselves?" I turned to the cook and said in Hebrew, "What's the matter with the fork? Tell me what happened." "No," said the cook coldly. I realised that they were kashering every utensil I had touched in the house and my dad was trying to save me embarrassment.
In the lobby, I put on my boots, coat, and H.'s special woolen hat that I always try to steal from him in real life, in order to look good. I resolved to go to the river which runs through Saskatoon and drown myself before the morning.
I was enraged by his hideous guffaws and snuck into the dining room, where I found his plate laid out for him. I tipped over his wine glass into his plate, in some sort of weird parallel to Jean Chretien vomitting.
Then I went back into the living room, where all my teachers were sitting and drinking. I said to the Hellenist, "I think I've done something awful." "Don't worry," he replied, "Probably the person won't even notice." But then he got up and went into the other room and returned in an incredible wrath. "Yonah, you did this!" he shouted. "If you had told me before I would have forgiven you, but now I never will!" The entire room was disgusted and furious with me, even my first Talmud teacher whom I greatly respect and fear.
I decided to show myself out and on the way saw my dad arguing with someone working in the kitchen. My dad was saying "Can't you just give me the fork and we'll boil it ourselves?" I turned to the cook and said in Hebrew, "What's the matter with the fork? Tell me what happened." "No," said the cook coldly. I realised that they were kashering every utensil I had touched in the house and my dad was trying to save me embarrassment.
In the lobby, I put on my boots, coat, and H.'s special woolen hat that I always try to steal from him in real life, in order to look good. I resolved to go to the river which runs through Saskatoon and drown myself before the morning.