|It's the one on the right.|
|"I can't even with this dream. smh. lol" is I believe what |
he would have said.
Sometimes I was foiling a crime. Sometimes I had sidekicks. There was a sighting of the late Omar Sharif. But that was the scene that played out in my sleeping brain, with minor variations for dramatic effect, over and over until my alarm went off.
My subconscious is being unsubtle. Presumably it's had enough of my nonsense and is reduced to screaming "YOU GOT THIS! GEEZ!!!" from inside my head.
Perhaps you agree with my subconscious on this. I am sounding like a broken record these days.
|This one. It's probably a disco record, and it's |
endlessly skipping on the Bee-Gees singing
"Ah-ah-ah-ah, st--Ah-ah-ah-ah, st--"
Jumping, crumbling, plunging, struggling, surviving. What does it mean?
Sometimes you gotta hit in me in the head with the message. Or with a door.
Here's another part of my dream: I was invited to a party on a boat. There were two access points: One led to people talking and laughing, the other would allow me to explore a different, but empty, part of the boat. I took the latter. But it turns out that what I thought were two entrances to the same boat were actually two separate boats, and the one I was on came loose from its moorings and started to drift. When I drifted into view of the party boat, my boat capsized, and the people just laughed at me and went back to their party.
I woke up before I could discover whether I survived that misadventure.
But I'm pretty sure I know the answer.