Well, it looks like I'm still fighting a cold. Woke up this morning with a runny nose. Let's hope it passes soon.
Also, I've remembered my dreams for the last three nights in a row, which is odd. I usually get a memorable dream once a week or so, and two in a row is odd enough, but three in a row is extremely odd. Just to give you the short, short versions:
Dream One: I'm at a party with a friend, and it's almost entirely made up of Japanese businessmen, who are doing some weird sort of line dancing. (It actually seems to be a surreal combination of country and medieval court dancing... it's hard to explain without actually drawing it out -- two lines moving in sort of a Buzzby Berkeley kind of thing.) The person I'm with there is very drunk, and she has some of the people there, who she knows but can't seem to communicate with, hold me steady as she gives me some LSD. I explain to her after they let me go that the idea of LSD has never really scared me that much and I probably would've taken it without coercion. She wanders off and a few minutes later, one of the Japanese men comes over and says something to me in Japanese, which of course I don't understand. There is, however, an Arabic gentleman there, who also seems to be at this party. (We're all in tuxes, don't know why, except my friend, who's in a formal evening dress.) He doesn't speak much Japanese, but thinks that the man has come to get me for my friend. So I follow him and go over to my friend, who is sitting on a stool, looking extremely wobbly. She has me stand next to her then promptly falls asleep with her head on my shoulder.
Dream two: I'm wandering the halls of a hospital. I'm in one of those horrible gowns that could come open at any moment, and I'm sure you can imagine how thrilled with that I am. I wander from room to room before I finally find what I assume is my room, and then sit down on the bed and pick up an acoustic guitar. I then play U2's "I Will Follow" on the acoustic guitar, about half the speed of the original, transforming it from the reckless teen anthem U2 originally wrote into a more somber, almost dirge-like song. It was around this point in the dream I noticed that I've got a great deal of bandages on my arms, legs and head, as if I was in some form of accident. After I finish the song, there's a knock at the door, and a doctor, in his early fifties by the look of him, with big bushy eyebrows and a greying walrus mustache, says to me "Your friends are here, and I think they're ready to see you now."
Dream three: This dream is personal and I'm not going to share it, for a variety of reasons. But I can say that I remember it fairly vividly, and there were both bad and good aspects of the dream. It started sadly, got better, got a lot better, got somewhat worse and then went back to being good again, albeit somewhat oddly.
Like I said, it's unusual for me to remember this much about my dreams, so I'm wondering if I'm sicker than I think I am. Typically to have this much detail of dreams is usually only common if I'm having fever dreams, but I don't feel that sick. Let's just hope I'm going through a period of dream clarity and not coming up on a very bad cold.
(For the record, two of my unusual fever dreams -- one involved me in a full suit of samurai armor cleaving my way through a field filled with hundreds of businessmen in suits; the other involved me being put in an internment camp because I'm partially German, and we were transported from camp to camp by putting us into a giant cannon and firing us from state to state... like I said, odd dreams...)
That should be enough morning madness to keep you entertained...
Also, I've remembered my dreams for the last three nights in a row, which is odd. I usually get a memorable dream once a week or so, and two in a row is odd enough, but three in a row is extremely odd. Just to give you the short, short versions:
Dream One: I'm at a party with a friend, and it's almost entirely made up of Japanese businessmen, who are doing some weird sort of line dancing. (It actually seems to be a surreal combination of country and medieval court dancing... it's hard to explain without actually drawing it out -- two lines moving in sort of a Buzzby Berkeley kind of thing.) The person I'm with there is very drunk, and she has some of the people there, who she knows but can't seem to communicate with, hold me steady as she gives me some LSD. I explain to her after they let me go that the idea of LSD has never really scared me that much and I probably would've taken it without coercion. She wanders off and a few minutes later, one of the Japanese men comes over and says something to me in Japanese, which of course I don't understand. There is, however, an Arabic gentleman there, who also seems to be at this party. (We're all in tuxes, don't know why, except my friend, who's in a formal evening dress.) He doesn't speak much Japanese, but thinks that the man has come to get me for my friend. So I follow him and go over to my friend, who is sitting on a stool, looking extremely wobbly. She has me stand next to her then promptly falls asleep with her head on my shoulder.
Dream two: I'm wandering the halls of a hospital. I'm in one of those horrible gowns that could come open at any moment, and I'm sure you can imagine how thrilled with that I am. I wander from room to room before I finally find what I assume is my room, and then sit down on the bed and pick up an acoustic guitar. I then play U2's "I Will Follow" on the acoustic guitar, about half the speed of the original, transforming it from the reckless teen anthem U2 originally wrote into a more somber, almost dirge-like song. It was around this point in the dream I noticed that I've got a great deal of bandages on my arms, legs and head, as if I was in some form of accident. After I finish the song, there's a knock at the door, and a doctor, in his early fifties by the look of him, with big bushy eyebrows and a greying walrus mustache, says to me "Your friends are here, and I think they're ready to see you now."
Dream three: This dream is personal and I'm not going to share it, for a variety of reasons. But I can say that I remember it fairly vividly, and there were both bad and good aspects of the dream. It started sadly, got better, got a lot better, got somewhat worse and then went back to being good again, albeit somewhat oddly.
Like I said, it's unusual for me to remember this much about my dreams, so I'm wondering if I'm sicker than I think I am. Typically to have this much detail of dreams is usually only common if I'm having fever dreams, but I don't feel that sick. Let's just hope I'm going through a period of dream clarity and not coming up on a very bad cold.
(For the record, two of my unusual fever dreams -- one involved me in a full suit of samurai armor cleaving my way through a field filled with hundreds of businessmen in suits; the other involved me being put in an internment camp because I'm partially German, and we were transported from camp to camp by putting us into a giant cannon and firing us from state to state... like I said, odd dreams...)
That should be enough morning madness to keep you entertained...
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