I have weird dreams. Really weird. Vivid, vibrant, you wake up and could-swear-it-happened,-but-it's-too-strange dreams. Last night, my dreams starred:
- Barry Manilow, who thought I was just the nicest person and didn't know music librarians exist, much less entertaining, charming music librarians.
- A friend -- she was taking modern dance lessons and telling me where to buy shoes and appropriate body wear and what to do with my shoe soles. This is a friend who in real life would NEVER take dance lessons.
I'm sure there's more. Thankfully I've forgotten the rest of last night's dreams by now. I also have recurring dreams -- I'm sure the theme will come back to me later today (when I'm in some meeting and cannot write down what it was because I'll be looking at theory and numbers and pondering practical and political considerations).
I've been having odd dreams all week. I can't remember them after I'm fully awake, but I remember, in that semi-waking stage, wondering where that came from and can't I just sleep already.
Maybe it's the weather. Or the time change.
Posted by: mosker | Friday, 17 November 2006 at 02:01 PM