Every night, I have weird and freaky dreams, and I've started this blog as a place to chronicle all the (more) particular ones I have each night. A couple years ago, I took a creative writing class. We had one workshop where we wrote down a dream we had the night before, and shared it with everyone else in the class. I wrote about a dream I had where I met a three header deer with a larvae like body. One of the deer's eyes had two pupils on it, and after looking at me with his dual pupil - he swallowed me into a painting of a 3D hippo.
I'm sure there was more to it, but I don't remember at this point. I totally expected other people's dreams to be like this one, but as they stood up to read theirs I found they were all bland and filled with inconsequential things like getting drunk on the beach or shooting at raccoons. I didn't want to sound like some lunatic psycho rapist (not sure where the last part comes in, but when you're trying to emphasize lunacy you gotta just pile these things on) when I read mine, but I didn't have enough time to rewrite it. And so, I stood up and read off my serial killer manifesto level of a mind nightmare. No one said anything, and I quietly sat down. After class two people who I had never talked to came up to me and asked me if I knew anyone who sold pot.
Anyway, that's aside the point. I don't really expect anyone to hang out in my head everyday, but I still want people to read this so I will try to be as honest as I can and will self-censor myself as little as possible to make it as interesting for you, the noble reader, as it is for me.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
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