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Life’s been strange lately, so it’s a bit late in the month for me to be gathering together the previous month’s dreams. But I’m doing it now anyway so I can see whether any theme’s been running through my subconscious.
As with most months, no, there isn’t one, but I still enjoy the exercise. And judging by the response, some of you do, too.
Last month, I dreamt of Jackie Onassis, Orson Welles, John Goodman, Raylan Givens … and Hitler!
I dreamt Orson Welles caught up with me in a museum and said he wanted to follow me to study the way I talked. Which felt kind of insulting. 28 Dec
I dreamt I stopped at an old timey diner where the special of the day was fried sausage and banana. But sadly, I woke before I got a taste! 28 Dec
I dreamt that after a stray dog wandered my way, I decided to keep him. Which is so unlike me. Owning a living thing makes me uncomfortable. 28 Dec
I dreamt I bought a new house, but didn’t notice until we moved in that it was next to an abandoned apartment building overrun with ivy. 28 Dec
I dreamt I flew to NYC, but instead of landing at an airport, my plane touched down on an aircraft carrier floating in the Hudson River. 27 Dec
I dreamt a neighbor of mine was arrested, and from the back of the squad car, told us not to worry. And we promised to care for her things. 27 Dec
I dreamt that while driving I passed a car with a baby in the back. After smiling at it, I saw the driver was Hitler—in full Nazi garb! 27 Dec
I dreamt I snuck out of work for sushi, and while having my omakase, discovered my mother had gotten a job there, but was keeping it secret. 24 Dec
I dreamt I wandered a bustling (but unidentified) city in China looking for a particular dumpling house, but, alas, couldn’t find it. Sigh. 23 Dec
I dreamt I edited a science fiction magazine for new publisher J. J. Abrams. We were distressed to find pages out of order in the new issue! 22 Dec( Read the rest of this entry »Collapse )