As I’ve told a
few of you, my dreams have been incredibly lengthy and vivid as of late. I’ve
curled up for an eight or nine hour sleep and woken up at the end of it after
what, to my subconscious mind, has been days and, one time, even a whole week.
Every night becomes a surreal adventure, albeit sorely lacking the backwards
cadence of Twin Peaks’ Man from
Another Place.
But the ones
that actually irk me are those I can’t clearly remember as being dreams. One
time I imagined a friend and I chatted about cats at length, and once awake had
to firm up with her if the conversation actually happened (as we do regularly
talk about the abnormally cute kittens we’ve discovered online). It’s gotten to
be quite annoying, as these fairly mundane dream fragments can be nearly
indistinguishable from the chunks of memory that lie on the outskirts of the
conscious mind.
What I’m saying
is, I’m starting to think I need a totem.
The following
are a mixture of the most bizarre and bizarrely mundane dreams I’ve had to
date.
