Two Uncommon Events
The first uncommon event: I'm posting on my LJ. It does happen, but with remarkable irregularity. Mostly, I just can't be bothered to share my thoughts, but there is definitely a laziness factor eroding any sense of enthusiasm I might otherwise have for the process. Also, I find most of my thoughts of much greater interest to me than I believe they are to others.
The second uncommon event: I remembered elements of a dream I had last night. Yes, this is actually unusual. I know that I dream every (or nearly every) night, because I wake with the sense that I had been doing so. But ask me to remember anything that happened in the dream and I'm completely lost. Maybe once every couple of months my dreams leave a detectable impression on me so that I retain the sense - in the vaguest possible terms - of how the dream went. But still, no details. Less than twice a year to I recall any particular.
Last night's dream stuck with me. I don't know why. As far as I can tell, these things are random. I dreamed that there were dozens of small, black tornadoes reaching down from gray clouds, and as I reached out to touch them, I gained control of their movements. I could make them go and do what I wanted them to do and they'd obey my will. But there was one big one that kept trying to get close to me (I remember it as a gigantic curved wall of whipping black wind) that I knew I couldn't control, but instead wanted (with an independent will) grab me.
Yeah. Well. Certainly, there's no symbolism in that.
The second uncommon event: I remembered elements of a dream I had last night. Yes, this is actually unusual. I know that I dream every (or nearly every) night, because I wake with the sense that I had been doing so. But ask me to remember anything that happened in the dream and I'm completely lost. Maybe once every couple of months my dreams leave a detectable impression on me so that I retain the sense - in the vaguest possible terms - of how the dream went. But still, no details. Less than twice a year to I recall any particular.
Last night's dream stuck with me. I don't know why. As far as I can tell, these things are random. I dreamed that there were dozens of small, black tornadoes reaching down from gray clouds, and as I reached out to touch them, I gained control of their movements. I could make them go and do what I wanted them to do and they'd obey my will. But there was one big one that kept trying to get close to me (I remember it as a gigantic curved wall of whipping black wind) that I knew I couldn't control, but instead wanted (with an independent will) grab me.
Yeah. Well. Certainly, there's no symbolism in that.