Sleeping in a strange bed has thrown a monkey wrench into the workings of The Brain. The other night I woke myself up laughing at something in a dream and I couldn't stop laughing even after I was no longer dreaming, the joke having followed me into wakefulness. (No, of course I don't remember the dream--or the joke. I guess I had to've been there.)
Then the next night I had a dream that I was reading something--a poem?--I couldn't tell. I was concentrating so hard on trying to read whatever it was that I was pulled me out of the dream with the last line lodged in my brain. I reached for my cell phone and typed it out:
and life like it when here
I wish I could remember the rest--or pull it from my sub-/un- conscious brain. I mean, I'm carrying it around with me all day so why can't I drag it out and look at it again? Because that's the way of the Me that is unknowable to me?
And here's an almost sex dream:
I was back in school, at university, going over a paper with the help of one of the professors (I'll call him Dream Don) I had when I was an undergrad. In the dream I was lying on a couch reading the paper and he leaned over me and kissed me. I knew he was going to do it but I was unprepared for its being the worst kiss I've ever experienced. I mean it was awful. His teeth kept hitting my teeth and he did this weird thing with his lips, pulling them taut so it was like kissing a couple of those thick rubber bands they put around broccoli. Even in the dream I was like, ugh, I can't believe I'm going through with this. But then! Then he used his tongue and it was almost all better. Dream Don had some decent tongue action! At least it convinced me that I could go through with it.
I didn't close the deal ultimately (for other dream-related reasons) but I thought about it.
And I can't figure out why I was dreaming about this guy because honestly, Non-Dream Don was one of the worst professors ever, unprepared and uninspiring, lecture after boring lecture, week after boring week. And the worst part of it was that he was not an unattractive man! He would have totally been my type if he hadn't been so god-awfully stultifying. So maybe The Brain remembered how skillfully he bored the pants off of me back then? I don't know.
Non-Dream Related Things?
Well, I started reading Emma Donoghue's meh-ish novel Slammerkin. I picked it up because I was curious to see what she'd published besides Room (which, to be honest, I also thought was meh-ish) and it is a total departure, a whole new depressing story, but ultimately it's the writing that's meh. I'll still finish it, maybe, as I'm so far from meeting my monthly reading goal right now that I'm loathe to give up on anything reading-wise.
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