On the dreamblogging bandwagon
Everyone's dreaming about Angelina Jolie these days. Not me. This was last night's entertainment:
I returned a library book, only to realise I'd returned the wrong one and had to go barefoot in the cold.*
I made polite chitchat with the librarian, who told me excitedly about all the plans she'd made for my imminent childbirth experience, where I had to go, etc etc. I was too polite to tell her (a) how freaked out I was by her extreme involvement in my pregnancy, considering she was just some librarian I barely knew, and (b) the pregnancy was off. False alarm.**
While making my escape, I took acid, for the first time and for no apparent reason; got a bit freaked out when I thought I was eating my fingers and resolved to Get Over It, which I successfully did.
So I went home and blogged about it.
In the dream.
I blogged in my dream.
I really don't know what to say about that.
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* Oh, like your dreams make sense.
** No, this has absolutely no bearing on reality.
3 comments:
yeah ! so much more goes on in your dreams than in the ordinary days ... it is marvellous that the mind can spontaneously synthesise random narratives ... i always feel a really lurid dream is some kind of triumph over mundaneity
Absolutely. It's just that this was a fairly mundane dream by my standards (consider the chicken fillet dress incident) and then... I dreamed about blogging. Probably just my guilt over blog negligence speaking there, but I find this a triumph of mundanity over dream luridity. Or something. Distressing, anyway.
You took acid in a dream? Cool! I wonder if you'll get flashbacks in your dreams too?
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