Dreams
it's been a while.
since i woke up and gone str8 to words.
i'm not three quarts up yet.
it's a vulnerable feeling.
anyway, i've been having, nightmares? not quite. exhausting, series-like, dramatic sagas of dreams. yeah, throw in the odd ghost or two, some of it IS nightmarish.
but the rest is just plain ODD.
it's certified, for instance, that i'm displaying serious withdrawal symptoms.
someone i know is working part time continuing the internship. while he works two days a week, me, two nights a week, i go back to my former workplace somehow or another, and although i don't exactly work, i see the people there, my table... i'm dreaming of course. once is chance, even twice. but three times?? that's a bit much for sure. and it's been just over a week since i left, dios mia.
the other weird thing is the number of times i've had a nervous breakdown in my dreams. in my experience, that almost for sure tallies with the genuine article in real life. how droll.
not to mention the people who are making guest appearances. i've had the oddest acquantainces pop in for a role, many times before, so this is nothing. but the few who've had mojorly big parts, i feel connected to them somehow.
am i nuts? nobody pays mind to their dreams this much, surely. neither do i. once i'm up i forget all about it in a matter of hours, regardless how odd or horrific. but if night after night, the same theme of dreams recurr, doesn't that mean i have some issues to settle? that as yet i'm not heeding, but my subconscious is prodding o0ut gently to me, only the prodding is getting more persistent with time, and i'm getting a headache. well it doesn't actually ache per se, but i'm just puzzled.
oh well. shows u what an excess of time i have on my hands to be able to muse l;ong and hard on such a particuarly trivial matter.
i did have the idea, before, that if i were to document each and every one of my, umm, interesting dreams, i may well come up with a modernistic insensible novel. titled The Book of Dreams of course.
egad.
I walked up to a vending machine. This is the type that has to have a key inserted into it before u can insert coins. I pushed in my key and stood back to survey my choices. Along come two bimbos, one of whom's extraordinarily tall, and thin to boot. I hate her already. They go on to try to push their coins into the slot, but fail. Bimbos. I give them a few seconds, but though they plainly see me seething in the background, and my key in their face like an accusing finger, they ignore me and continue their antics. Finally my patience runs out and I push my way to address Tall Thin Bimbo number 1.
Me: What do think you're doing?
Bimbo: Buying a drink, duh.
Me: Are you blind? Can't you see I've already put my key inside first?
Bimbo: (Sniffs and looks away)
Me: (too angry to drink now, I yank my key out. It falls into the drain grating)
Me: FUck!!
Bimbo: Are you calling me a vulgar word?!
Me: (covering up) No, I just realised something - are you from TPJC?
Bimbo: Ya...
Me: Oh my god, don't I know u?
(At this point Bimbo and me stares abashedly at each other, drinks forgotten. After a while we both mutter sorry and head back to our seats.)
Real sounding? Well that's just one example of a dream encounter. The bimbo turns out to be one of my good friends whom I recently met up after years of not seeing. And we're on good terms. See what I mean? My dreams totally don't make sense. Well, maybe they're entertaining. The rest of my encounters are far more disturbing; situations that make me out to have a lot of feelings, for exmaple, towards individuals who in real life are no more than friends or even barely known acquaintances. Worse are encounters that paint me in bitter opposition to people who in real life are my good friends.
Oh, wtf, enough of this nonsense. I just think too much; NOT a good idea when it's all shit and rubbish.
adios.
since i woke up and gone str8 to words.
i'm not three quarts up yet.
it's a vulnerable feeling.
anyway, i've been having, nightmares? not quite. exhausting, series-like, dramatic sagas of dreams. yeah, throw in the odd ghost or two, some of it IS nightmarish.
but the rest is just plain ODD.
it's certified, for instance, that i'm displaying serious withdrawal symptoms.
someone i know is working part time continuing the internship. while he works two days a week, me, two nights a week, i go back to my former workplace somehow or another, and although i don't exactly work, i see the people there, my table... i'm dreaming of course. once is chance, even twice. but three times?? that's a bit much for sure. and it's been just over a week since i left, dios mia.
the other weird thing is the number of times i've had a nervous breakdown in my dreams. in my experience, that almost for sure tallies with the genuine article in real life. how droll.
not to mention the people who are making guest appearances. i've had the oddest acquantainces pop in for a role, many times before, so this is nothing. but the few who've had mojorly big parts, i feel connected to them somehow.
am i nuts? nobody pays mind to their dreams this much, surely. neither do i. once i'm up i forget all about it in a matter of hours, regardless how odd or horrific. but if night after night, the same theme of dreams recurr, doesn't that mean i have some issues to settle? that as yet i'm not heeding, but my subconscious is prodding o0ut gently to me, only the prodding is getting more persistent with time, and i'm getting a headache. well it doesn't actually ache per se, but i'm just puzzled.
oh well. shows u what an excess of time i have on my hands to be able to muse l;ong and hard on such a particuarly trivial matter.
i did have the idea, before, that if i were to document each and every one of my, umm, interesting dreams, i may well come up with a modernistic insensible novel. titled The Book of Dreams of course.
egad.
I walked up to a vending machine. This is the type that has to have a key inserted into it before u can insert coins. I pushed in my key and stood back to survey my choices. Along come two bimbos, one of whom's extraordinarily tall, and thin to boot. I hate her already. They go on to try to push their coins into the slot, but fail. Bimbos. I give them a few seconds, but though they plainly see me seething in the background, and my key in their face like an accusing finger, they ignore me and continue their antics. Finally my patience runs out and I push my way to address Tall Thin Bimbo number 1.
Me: What do think you're doing?
Bimbo: Buying a drink, duh.
Me: Are you blind? Can't you see I've already put my key inside first?
Bimbo: (Sniffs and looks away)
Me: (too angry to drink now, I yank my key out. It falls into the drain grating)
Me: FUck!!
Bimbo: Are you calling me a vulgar word?!
Me: (covering up) No, I just realised something - are you from TPJC?
Bimbo: Ya...
Me: Oh my god, don't I know u?
(At this point Bimbo and me stares abashedly at each other, drinks forgotten. After a while we both mutter sorry and head back to our seats.)
Real sounding? Well that's just one example of a dream encounter. The bimbo turns out to be one of my good friends whom I recently met up after years of not seeing. And we're on good terms. See what I mean? My dreams totally don't make sense. Well, maybe they're entertaining. The rest of my encounters are far more disturbing; situations that make me out to have a lot of feelings, for exmaple, towards individuals who in real life are no more than friends or even barely known acquaintances. Worse are encounters that paint me in bitter opposition to people who in real life are my good friends.
Oh, wtf, enough of this nonsense. I just think too much; NOT a good idea when it's all shit and rubbish.
adios.
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