My sleeping habits have been all but regular lately. I woke in the wee hours of the morning to the blaring of a hungry cat, stumbled downstairs and spooned some mash into his bowl. Crawling back into bed, I couldn’t return to sleep right away; through the fuzzy lens of my near-sightedness, I noticed a strange shape of light on my ceiling. The light from the street lamps, or possibly the moon, streamed in between my blinds in such a way as to project a kitchen-knife above my head. When I finally did get back to the business of sleeping, the knife of light managed to work its way into my subconscious.
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Monday, September 11, 2006
(Can you tell I have been wanting to use that line forever? I didn’t call my blog “bad metaphor” for nothin’.) Had a dream that I was at a fancy-ish dinner party last night. A bunch of hot shot professors in tweedy leather-patches-at the elbows jackets, dress suits and scowls on their faces. The first [...]
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I dreamt last night that I was on a bus. I believe the Bus Driving Ogre, as we call her, was driving (she is a real person, named as such because of her typically surly demeanor and lack of hesitation to leave people behind, or plow through slower pedestrians). We passed through an open gate [...]
When I’m as busy as I have been, my bedtime gets pushed later and later, and conversely, the little sleep that I do get is usually fitful and unfulfilling. You’d think I’d conk out as soon as I hit the pillow, but no, gotta toss and turn and bump into both the boy and the [...]
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