I had a strange dream last night, and I’ve felt strangely gutted by it for much of the day, so I’m going to write about it. The dream begins in a city neighborhood. It’s a hilly neighborhood, as I walk uphill past rowhomes that were built probably around 1920 based on the architecture. At one … Continue reading An Unsettling Dream
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I’ve mentioned at times my utter inability to remember dreams. I know that I dream — or, at least, I feel that I’ve dreamed. I’ve been in the dream state while awake, which is a very strange place to be. But, by and large, my dreams are walled away in my consciousness and inaccessible to … Continue reading On the Rare Remembered Dream
Last night I slept for toffee. Warm does not describe the temperatures in my room when I hit the mattress at midnight. It wasn’t excessively hot, but neither was it comfortable. I turned the window fan up to maximum, turned out the lights, and hoped for sleep, even if it were a restless sleep. At … Continue reading On A Rough Night’s Sleep
Mr. Larson dies. I wrote yesterday how, in writing out a little bit of the third chapter of “THOD,” a character appeared. A grandfatherly-type, a Richard Kiley sort. Mr. Larson. He’s a neighbor. A boy rides his bicycle past his house nearly every day. He tends to flowers in his front yard. He lived through … Continue reading On Writing, Nuns, and Rains
I awoke this morning, in the dark hours, terrified. I’d had a dream. And it was not a pleasant one. It began pleasantly enough. I was in the office. I had the picture of Percy on my desk. My Professor Henry Jones vinyl statue. Even Sophia Myles as a miniature toy. It was my desk. … Continue reading On Terrifying Dreams
I dreamt last night that I was watching Remington Steele. (I have all five seasons on DVD, so it wasn’t like I dreamt of something I couldn’t otherwise do.) Except, this wasn’t an ordinary dream of me, putting an ordinary disc into the DVD player, watching an ordinary episode. No. I was trying to interest … Continue reading On Weird Dreams
I remember one of my dreams from last night. It was so vivid, and I was so happy in the dream… …and now, when thinking about it, the dream only makes me sad. I was in a store. I was looking at their DVD section. And they had Doctor Who‘s “Evil of the Daleks” on … Continue reading On Sad Dreams
My dream began in a school auditorium. Seats were the hard wooden pull-down type. Nothing special. The auditorium was packed. My former boss was there. So, too, was Arrested Development star Jason Bateman. The speaker took the stage. The audience stood. We began to recite the Pledge of Allegiance. “I pledge allegiance to the flag…” … Continue reading On Shakespearean Dreams
Last night I was tired. Actually, I’ve been tired. I blame the flu. Which hasn’t entirely passed. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I don’t feel bad. I feel quite well, actually. But there’s still some nasal congestion. There’s the occasional cough. And my voice is still off by about an octave. It lingers. So, I … Continue reading On the Weird Way the Mind Works
Another week beginning, another week done to recap. Last Sunday, I discovered that former British PM Harold Saxon has declared his candidacy to be President of the United States. My reaction? How does this even work? Not only is Saxon an alien from another planet, but his wife shot and killed him, and his arch-enemy … Continue reading On a Week-End Round-Up
I had a dream last night. Oddly (for me, anyway), I remember this dream. It was about Shore Leave, the Star Trek convention held in Baltimore every July. So! The dream. As many attendees know, the Hunt Valley Marriott changed the carpet about a year and a half ago. In light of that, the convention … Continue reading On a Shore Leave Dream
I’ve had a recurring dream the past few days. The first time it happened I woke terrified. It haunted me after I woke in the morning, as much from its subject matter as its vividness. And I’ve been gripped with a terror ever since. In the dream a space shuttle crashes. It’s coming in for … Continue reading On Voting and a Recurring Dream