GUILFORDIAN, APRIL 1, 1980,
'Whose dream is this, mine or yours?"
Continued from page one
drowsy. Then, as your eyes
grow as heavy as all things seen
in heaven and hell, you will fall
into a stage of light sleep.
"After this, a stage of deep
sleep surrounds you. This is
followed by another stage of
light sleep, and a final stage of
Rapid Eye Movement, common
ly called REM. Don't think it is
simple, for you see after this the
vicious cycle begins once more
and continues until you awake.
"Don't try to escape the
dreams, for the truth of the
matter is that everyone dreams
all during the night while they
sleep."
I was again devestated, and
somehow I felt trapped. I looked
at Jackie and observed that she
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It is truly remarkable what the cafeteria staff does for Guilford students. Quick thinking
staff members reacted immediately last week when Founder's basement caught fire,
shooting the rats as they fled, thereby providing fresh meat for the week.
Lady Quakers bound for state
After a chilling trip to Florida
over spring break, the women's
tennis team returned to North
Carolina, and won their last six
matches. The Lady Quakers
have posted 9-0 wins over
Catawba, Pembroke, Atlantic
Christian, Elon, and East Caro
lina.
They defeated UNC-Charlotte
8-1, bringing their Division II
record to 6-0. The team has an
overall record of 7-3, winning
against Jacksonville University
and losing only to nationally
ranked Rollins, Stetson, and
Flagler in Florida.
The women'steam traveled to
Lenoir Rhyne and Western Car
olina this past weekend and
hosted Wingate on Monday.
They're looking forward to host
ing High Point on Wednesday
and feel that this is the year for
a first time win over the
Panthers. The only other North
Carolina team to threaten the
Lady Quakers will be Davidson.
This week's dual matches
with High Point and Davidson
will be a preview of the 1980
state tournament battle. Coach
Cayle Currie feels the team will
reach the state tournament in
spite of some hard luck they
have experienced.
Outstandmg freshman recruit
Leesa Shapiro, ranked eighth in
New England, will be out for the
season with mononucleosis. El
len Cohen, senior and former
number five singles player, has
had to drop tennis due to an
off-campus class conflict. Pre
sently, the Quakers are led by
junior Shirley Dunn in first
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was looking at me most sini
sterly. She put forth a storm of
laughter that remains with me
still. Immediately, I was thrust
into a world of dreams. The
dreams were wild, so wild that I
feared the National Enquirer
would not even believe them.
First, I dreamed that I was
jamming at my favorite club
with my favorite lady. We had
just started to "get off" when
everyone in the place turned
into the characters of the Sadie
Hawkins Hoedown. All were
dressed like a bunch of red
necks. Before I could ask what
was happening, the dream
transformed into one in which I
was attacked by captain Smitty
and Klingons. They captured
me and were about to disinte
grate me when that dream
position, junior Sue Ireton, sec
ond, freshman Kerry Kennedy,
third, freshman Sharon Philips,
fourth, and sophomore Joan
Murray, sixth. Senior Julie
Randle and junior Roni Rosen
berg comprise the number three
doubles team.
Their remaining schedule is:
Wed., April 2: High Point at
Guilford (2:00); Fri., April 4:
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The 1980 Lady Quakers are [top row], Sue Ireton, Julie Randle,
Sharon Philips, Joan Murray, Peggy Shaefer, [seated] Leesa
Shapiro, Roni Rosenberg, Kerry Kennedy, Ellen Cohen and Shirley
Dunn.
Mind Twisters
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30. Reading between the lines
thrust me into another night
mare.
This was the worst dream of
all, for I was in a Land of
Sleep-Walkers, where sleep
was only a wishful thought. This
dream somehow turned out to
be reality, for the next moment
Jackie woke me and told me
that I had safely passed from
the Land of Dreams upon
dreams upon dreams into the
Land of Insomnia.
I opened my eyes to a world
of nerds and preps. All around
me, people were waging war. I
discovered that most of the
nerds and preps I saw were
known as the Lords of Davidson
College. Again I sighted the
wretched Captain Smitty. He
had now teamed up with the
Lords of Davidson College to
Guilford at Davidson (2:00);
Tues., April 8: Guilford at
Pfeiffer (2:00); Wed., April 9:
UNC-G at Guilford (3:00); April
11-12: Carolina Conference
Tournament at High Point;
Tues., April 15: Guilford at
High Point; and April 17-19:
NCAIAW Div. II State Tourna
ment at Western Carolina.
keep me a prisoner of the Land
of Insomnia.
"You must think of sleep and
only sleep," said Jackie. Al
though I tried and tried, I could
not force myself to sleep. Smitty
and the Lords were gaining on
me. I thought of many things in
that moment when death looked
like a next door neighbor. One
though that entered my mind
that seemed to turn into reality
was the thought of Sir Darin,
supplier of all things for the
head.
Smitty was coming oh so
closer. I could hear him and the
nerds chanting, "Gaining on
ya, we're gaining on ya." Then
the entire thing turned into a
musical. Sir Darin held out his
hand and revealed sleepies,
sominex and all that good dope.
He chanted, "Have no fear for
plenty drugs is here." There I
was a mere speck in a galaxy of
desolation. I looked to Jackie for
help.
She seemed to intercept my
chain of thought and at once
said, "You really shouldn't take
such drugs to get you to sleep.
They are but cold deconges
tants. They actually reduce your
total REM sleep time. Those
prescription drugs there are no
better. If I were you I wouldn't
take those."
All the while, Smitty and the
gang were gaining on me. I
became nasty and arrogant.
"Well, Jackie," I said, "you
are not me." Then I took the
pills from Sir Darin and gulped
the deceiving pills. Then all was
silent. There was no more
Smitty chanting, "Gaining on
ya." Only silence. I felt as if I
were the greatest.
I was a singer, a dancer, a
star, a poet. I was thinking
thoughts on top of thoughts. I
wrote poetry and, being that
poetry is free, I imprisoned it in
a binder and entitled it "When
I'm High." Was it all a dream?
I ask you. I awoke to the sound
of Jackie. She told me that
again I had passed through one
land to another safely.
"You have managed by your
own force and wits; however, it
will take much to get out of this
land. It is the Land of Final
Exams, where many lose their
heads to speed. I say this is not
the answer. Taking this road wil
only lead you into damnation,"
said Jackie.
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"This is a land where people
stay up all night cramming for
tests?" I asked. "Yes," she
said, "but there is a much
easier way. It is through devo
tion, determination, and a well
disciplined study plan," she
said. Then it all came to me.
The way to escaping the under
world lay in knowing the best
possible was that was both fast
and safe for me.
I know not whether I was
awakening from a dream, but I
do know that in that moment I
saw that I was only being used
by J ackie and Sir Darin, for they
were waging war against each
other to see who would be the
ruler of the underworld. Was it
a dash of good and evil or of
knowledge and experience? All
I know is both were after my
body to use as a token of their
strength, for he who captures
the body of Comer, the modern
Odysseus, would be powerful.
Then they were battling ver
bally, throwing all sorts of
slander at each other. On one
hand Jackie was making scienti
fic sense in saying that speed
would only reduce my total
sleep time: that while the old
myth of one needing eight hours
of sleep was not true, I would
need to sleep. But I knew why
she wanted me to sleep: she
thought she could destroy me
and forever keep me her pri
soner or someone to use for
scientific study.
Then, on the other hand, Sir
Darin, proclaiming that I had to
pass those exams to get out of
the underworld, and speed was
not one of the answers, but the
only answer. I knew he only
wanted my body to say, "I, Sir
Darin, have captured the grea
test."
I was dreaming I was thinking
thoughts on top of thoughts, I
was caught between Sir Darin
and Jackie, and all around me a
raging storm was going on. I
knew not where I was or why I
was. I only knew that it was
April 1, and this and other
things today were but dreams.
Edgar Allen Poe said it all
when he wrote, "All that we see
and seem is but a dream within
a dream." I was lost in time and
space. If I ever awake please tell
me, Gomer, the Modern Odys
seus, who's dream is this, mine
or yours?"