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Paper Kitten Nightmare
April 3, 2007 | permalink

I had a bunch of weird dreams last night. Not bad ones, mind you, which is kind of a switch; just weird.

Each one taken separately wasn't so odd, as dreams go. What was so strange was that they were dreams within dreams, veritable Russian nesting dolls of my subconscious. As they changed from one to the other, I kept thinking to myself, 'That was such a strange dream I was having!' and I would seek someone out, to tell them about it. In each case though, I got interrupted or distracted by one thing or another, and before I knew it I was dreaming a new dream, but thinking that I was awake; and in the middle of something mundane I would suddenly remember that I had just had the strangest dream... It went on like that all night.

Aside from remembering that I was constantly dreaming about dreams, I only remember a very few details of any of them now. Just a few isolated, disjointed bits and pieces: getting caught in bed with a woman I know by her children (a woman I hardly ever see, have never slept with, and who does not have children, by the way); sitting in on a board meeting with people from a production company I work with, sitting next to Turtalia and Smacktalk; panicking over unpaid bills for a credit card I don't have; being at a big party in a barn, where I could hear a lot of people, but could see no one.

I know there were more things that happened- I remember remembering them, this morning. But those few bits are all that I can recall, now. The rest are just out of memory, like a word at the tip of my tongue.