My Subconscious Clearly Knows Something
Wherein Our
Heroine is Doomed.
Anyone else find that they increasingly
look at the world with a bloggable/not bloggable duality? Cranky observations
about Las Vegas' advertising campaign? Bloggable. Cranky observations about
how our den couch is breaking down? Not bloggable. Musings about my own
aspirations for being a better Yoga teacher or potentially a novelist?
Bloggable. Musings about friends' concerns or issues with their own lives? Not
bloggable. Irritation with loved ones, employers, or the like? So not
bloggable it does not even register on the bloggability
meter.
As of this morning,
that duality has so totally permeated my brain, it actually showed up in a
dream. I was inside a house with huge plate glass windows, talking to my
mother. Suddenly, there was a rumbling which developed into a roaring, and
chunks of what looked like molten black asphalt exploded out of the lawn on the
other side of the window and started to rain down gooey awfulness. My mother
looked at me as if this was my fault (out of character for my mother, I hasten
to add), and we looked in fascinated horror as the black and fiery orange chunks
of stuff fell down out of the
sky.
I swear to you that the
following is true: my dream-self thought, "Well this is an interesting thing to
write about for today."
It is
official. I am doomed to blogdom, waking and sleeping.
Posted: Tuesday - February 22, 2005 at 07:31 AM
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