{"id":13014,"date":"2008-07-08T08:52:21","date_gmt":"2008-07-08T12:52:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/?p=13014"},"modified":"2014-01-17T19:30:33","modified_gmt":"2014-01-18T00:30:33","slug":"dreaming-of-disch","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/2008\/07\/08\/dreaming-of-disch\/","title":{"rendered":"Dreaming of Disch"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Tom Disch visited me in my sleep this morning.  There was no sense of surprise in the dream, by which I mean there was no awareness that in real life he was dead, and that such an encounter would from now on be impossible.<\/p>\n<p>We were sitting at a picnic table, much as we were during my moving one-on-one conference back at Clarion in 1979, which I shared about earlier  <a href=\"http:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/2008\/07\/06\/thomas-m-disch-1940-2008\/\" target=\"_blank\">here<\/a>.  We were in the backyard, not of  my current house, but of the one I lived in from 1989 through 2004.<\/p>\n<p>We were having a pleasant conversation, about which I&#8217;m sorry to say I remember none of the details.  (That&#8217;s unfortunately often the way with dreams; the stuff I most want to remember fades upon waking.) But I do remember the twinkle in his eye, which was there during our whole chat, a twinkle which so many of you have mentioned in your posts in the days since his death.<\/p>\n<p>In the midst of all this, it suddenly occurred to me that I was being a poor host.  He had traveled so far, and I hadn&#8217;t offered him anything to eat or drink.  So I apologized, and asked what I could get him.  He said that he only wanted juice, so I went inside to get him some, filling a glass with cold orange juice from the fridge.<\/p>\n<p>By the time  I came back outside, glass in hand, he was gone.  <\/p>\n<p>And then I woke up, missing him.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Tom Disch visited me in my sleep this morning. There was no sense of surprise in the dream, by which I mean there was no awareness that in real life he was dead, and that such an encounter would from now on be impossible. We were sitting at a picnic table, much as we were [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[12,446],"class_list":["post-13014","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-dreams","tag-thomas-m-disch"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13014","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13014"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13014\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13016,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13014\/revisions\/13016"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13014"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13014"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13014"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}