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October 11, 2007

Was sick yesterday. Had long, untethered loops of dreaming, always coming back to reality with a start. I dreamed I got dizzy, fell down stairs, and heard voices I vaguely remembered; when I got up from the fall, I found somebody had graffitti'd my shoes. Dreamed my entire family moved to an Australian beach town, in a shoddy, rundown hovel of a house populated by the girls who run Go Fug Yourself, with the Ninth Doctor popping in to work on the plumbing and bitch about the leaky roof. Dreamed I was cleaning up the house after moving, carefully organizing near-microscopic screws and machine parts and storing them in the cups of an egg carton.



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Oct. 12th, 2007 01:18 am (UTC)
Wow. Those dreams are really something. I hate illness-suffused dreams.
Oct. 12th, 2007 02:20 am (UTC)
It's like someone turned my head upside down and shook it out.
Oct. 12th, 2007 01:46 am (UTC)
I'm going to pass on analyzing that dream -- but I do hope you feel better.
Oct. 12th, 2007 02:24 am (UTC)
Thanks. I do feel better.

I think the bit about organizing and storing the tiny screws and machine parts was a metaphor for writing, somehow. It had that feel to it, even though the image comes from having recently reassembled my glasses with a tiny magnifying glass-equipped screwdriver and screws.
Oct. 12th, 2007 03:42 am (UTC)
Either one seems plausible. It's amazing what the brain puts together to form dreams.
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