I dreamed of drinking absinthe in a city that doesn't exist.
Interesting. I like the concept. Was it a city that was somewhat like some city that does, or was it altogether alien?
I dreamt of a city with corridors in place of streets; all the colours were tans and yellows, perhaps with a bit of soft ochre (like a Border's bookshop, maybe?). A street cleaner was binning stuffed animals from my childhood. Not the ones I loved best--somehow I knew those were safe--but it bothered me; they'd been put out for donation, not as rubbish. I stopped him.
Then I was sitting at an outlet, charging my laptop, or something that did the same job. Three software entrepeneurs with Cork City (one may've sounded more Waterford, but I didn't hear as much of him) accents were having a meeting, sitting around a desktop computer. The desk was close to me, to the point that they excused themselves as they sat down. I thought of talking with them, but I didn't.
I can't say I was pleased, but I was grateful it wasn't worse. I saw Warhorse (2011) last evening, and was a bit worried my dreams might be haunted with horses and mud and artillery.
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I'm glad you slept.
I dreamed of drinking absinthe in a city that doesn't exist.
Interesting. I like the concept. Was it a city that was somewhat like some city that does, or was it altogether alien?
I dreamt of a city with corridors in place of streets; all the colours were tans and yellows, perhaps with a bit of soft ochre (like a Border's bookshop, maybe?). A street cleaner was binning stuffed animals from my childhood. Not the ones I loved best--somehow I knew those were safe--but it bothered me; they'd been put out for donation, not as rubbish. I stopped him.
Then I was sitting at an outlet, charging my laptop, or something that did the same job. Three software entrepeneurs with Cork City (one may've sounded more Waterford, but I didn't hear as much of him) accents were having a meeting, sitting around a desktop computer. The desk was close to me, to the point that they excused themselves as they sat down. I thought of talking with them, but I didn't.
I can't say I was pleased, but I was grateful it wasn't worse. I saw Warhorse (2011) last evening, and was a bit worried my dreams might be haunted with horses and mud and artillery.