Every so often a woman in a lucid dream this morning yelled out like that, so after the fourth or fifth time I had to ask her about it. “Why do you keep saying that?,” I asked.
“Gets your attention, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“There you have it.”
“There I have what?”
“You keep falling asleep, so I keep waking you up.”
I pause for a few moments, still trying to understand. “Why that word?”
“You attach meaning to it.”
“Well, that’s not very Zen-like of me,” I admit. She doesn’t say anything, so I say, “Well, thanks then.”
Then I ask, “Hey, you’re not the woman who picked that guy up and threw him out of one of my dreams, are you?”
“No, that wasn’t me.”
“Okay. Well, nice to meet you.”
After our talk I go back to my dream, and in a little while I hear another “Goddamnit!,” and I smile.