Reading Dreams

Sep 04, 2010 08:16

By the time I hit fifty, I would figure that while I may not have had every dream anyone could have, it would seem to me that I'd have had pretty much all the types of dreams a person might have.

Silly me.

Another wreck last night. TEO and her BFF were in the middle seat of the minivan, I was driving at a reasonable speed into an intersection - and bam! College student turned left into my car. After D'Argo's car getting hit/skipped last month, I was... circumspect. At least this guy took responsibility and stayed. It's easier to be happy when the bar of expectation is lowered.NO one was hurt, but both cars were towed away.

Combined with massive amounts of zithromax for not-whooping cough and cough syrup that makes me a bit stressy, I went to bed after watching Life After People, which is way more addicting than should be admitted on the Net. The narrator's voice started narrating my dreams. But not dreams of images, but words, appearing on a flat page of white. Whole words, not spelled out letter by letter. Pretty much lasted the whole night.

Crashing cars and crashing towers are far less scary on page.
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