I, bystander
A couple of times this month, the object of one of my blogcrushes (I’ve had several, most of which don’t go away easily) has had a brief cameo in my dreams. Nothing untoward or even suggestive of anything untoward — that’s not how I, um, sleep — but it did seem odd, since most of the people involved in Tales of Morpheus, Volume XCIX, Expurgated Edition are people I don’t know anyway.
One snippet of story struck me as absurdly amusing. Apparently a passerby, impressed with the appearance of the lady in question but unable to guess her age, like it’s any of his farging business in the first place, stood there dumbstruck for an awkward period of time before sputtering it out: “Just how old are you really, anyway?”
In an absolutely perfect deadpan, she answered: “Sixteen.”
“And a half,” I chimed in.
Damned Ambien will be the death of me yet.
fillyjonk »
30 September 2009 · 7:57 am
Personally, I like having random and arbitrary dreams (populated with people I know or not). It’s a lot better than having dreams where I am at work, but things are slightly off but not enough “off” to wake me up for a while.
One semester I had a particularly terrible class; I used to dream about them. I remember in one dream several students were making paper airplanes and throwing them at each other and when I tried to stop them, they told me they had the right to do it because I was boring.
Daphne »
30 September 2009 · 3:02 pm
That was laugh out loud funny.
I have my blogcrushes, too. I chalk up the long term nature of mine to a latent case of OCD.