The full moon pretty much always sets me up for weird dreams. Not just weird but dreams that are so intense and so busy that I wake exhausted. This has turned into some kind of new-age dream-journal fuckwit fest because I’m about to share a snippet of a dream with you.
Picture a tropical island. Nice, huh? Personally, I’m not a fan of anything tropical especially not if it’s a flavour. For some reason I’m on this tropical island (it’s one I know fairly well having spent numerous childhood holidays there and please don’t-think-that-it’s-really-a-whole-lot-lamer-than-you-think) and I’m looking for something. I probably don’t find it because all I ever have is a nebulous search-feeling rather than any real idea about what’s going on. Joining me on this quest is Mark who is acting agent provocateur presumably in the hope that I would murder him. It does not, therefore, surprise me when this tropical island is suddenly sporting a university, one that is creepily and unhappily like a university that I once dropped out of. I am even less surprised that this university is holding a conference where the norm seems to be that the speakers roam about nature like mad monks and lecture. Maybe Mark is trying to get me to murder because he leads me to a pontificating Glen who has some poor girl in tow who seems to be trying to seduce him whilst he lectures. I spend the rest of the dream attempting to escape everyone because, really, all I want is a nap. I climb rocks and run through mazes of trees and hideous dream buildings and listen to numerous lectures on things that I either don’t understand or have no interest in or simply don’t care about.
I awoke unable to recall any of the lectures and somewhat horrified that I had been dreaming about bloggers again. Again, you ask? I once had a dream that we, and who the we is I don’t know, had Scooby-doo unmasked Anonymous Lefty as a girl. I’m still not convinced in either direction on that one.
Is there a support group for this? Also, I do apologise if anyone is offended by my dream representations or exclusions. Forgive me, I know not what I dream (well, not until later and am frequently horrified). And yes, the complete lack of sex in either of these dreams offends me too though given the company, well, possibly a good thing. No offence, honestly.
14 comments:
I'm sorry Mark. But you were monkeyish.
It sounds like you're searching for that academic interest - again!
Don't tell me you're prejudiced against those of us that are more simian-like in nature; on a good day you might be able to separate me from a gorilla, but that's on a good day.
Heh, I reckon it was cool. Except for Glen should be attempting to seduce the girl and not the other way around.
Mark She did look kinda harrassed...but he just wouldn't shut up so I assumed that was why...
Don Not if that acedemic interest involves Glen. Really, his thing is not my thing at all.
I quite like monkeys. I especially like Monkey. And my dad does a freakin' wesom gorilla impersonation so I quite like them as well.
Don, you are worse than a girl for trying to get told that you're pretty. Stop it. It's so unsexy.
The strangest dream I ever had included some guy that I talked to during one of my customer service calls. I knew it was him because of the voice. It was really kinda freaky.
I hope you manage to get some decent rest this weekend. Have a good one!
"Don, you are worse than a girl for trying to get told that you're pretty. Stop it. It's so unsexy."
Huh? I'm hairy - I have a big black furry face, just like a gorilla. Prettiness was not at issue.
Okay, Don, you're a gorilla. Shouldn't you be off playing in some mist or something?
Still, being furry must be helpful in the Melbourne winter...
That's it! Fix your format or I'm gonna come find you and make you do it!
Um, what problem are you having with the format, mhe?
I'm very untechnical and doing anything I don't have to doesn't really appeal...
"Not if that acedemic interest involves Glen. Really, his thing is not my thing at all."
Damn right. Cause it's my thing not your thing! Only a few people get my thing.
And, mark, i always have people trying to seduce me, especially all those people who send me emails, and even the odd pet. Or at least the pets act as if they have seduced me.
oh, cause this is the interweb and tonality doesn't communicate well, yes, of course 'my thing' is a double entendre.
I wish you hadn't enlightened me, Glen. I would've prefered to just read that straight.
It seems to work better in IE. Hmmmm, I hate IE but I will brave it for your blog.
I am quite honoured, MHE.
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