...walking through a discount clothing store that is the size of a major theme park. A very well dressed man spiky blonde haired man in a shiny pink tie is trying to help a woman with dark red hair==a New York accent pick clothes out for a man who maybe her husband but she just doesn't get it. There is much plaid everywhere. Then we are walking through a part where everything is damp and I'm with my dad-and-mom-in-law and maybe my wife and the Elder Monkey has to go to the bathroom. When we find it, it has bright red lockers in it and men in towels after swimming. I am not however aroused merely annoyed as they are noisy and using all the available facilities. Later I'm trying to work a camera that has three rolls of film in it but it very well may be a digital camera but nobody can decide and it causes a huff. Then it's nighttime, everything is raining dark blue and there are flashlights everywhere. A gigantic tube/tunnel/tower has fallen nearby and nobody can get around or through it. We flicker in and out of a train that is moving up and down the length to find it has no end or beginning and has effectively sliced the country in two but people are climbing up and falling down repeatedly in desperation...
I think my dreams have a stuttering speech impediment.
Then I hear the dulcet tones of "Wake Up Jeff! We need you for the show!" Over and over and over and over and over...
Saturday, August 05, 2006
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4 comments:
last night I had a dream almost as vivid and bizarre and bewildering. maybe it has something to do with art shows.
Are you still eating those kiwi, sardine, and mustard sandwiches before bed? :)
Um, hello! Blogger rule # 236 is that you must always post about your own birthday.
Happy day! ;-)
Happy birthday, SS@
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