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Dreams
No-one wants to read about someone else’s dreams - to the dreamer, they are fascinating and tangibly real. To the audience, they are boring and bizarre, at best. However, I sometimes find myself needing to scribble down what was in my head on waking, and the blog provides a good place for that. I’ll indulge myself: you go make yourself a cup of tea.
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11.14.03Bolt & ChillFor the first time I can remember, I woke up last night after being physically hurt in a dream. I don't remember all the details; only that at one point I was sitting with a lot of people at a long restaurant table, and someone I don't like very much came over and, just as I was silently wishing she wouldn't, sat down opposite me. I felt despondent. Then there was other stuff which is all a bit blurry, but somehow I remember quite specifically that I was at a cash machine on a corner, though it may have been inside, ...
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10.10.01Dream (iv)Mad, vivid, disjointed dreams in which my mother featured as a mad serial killer cannibal, hunting people down on her island, and my father featured as a camp Armistead Maupin-type, picking up bears in the forest. Not the grizzly kind, either. And I was driving down the Trans-Canada highway in a stolen car. And when I woke up, I could barely (can barely) open my eyes. I feel utterly groggy and sleepy and bleargh.
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