Do you ever have those memories that you suddenly realize aren't real, but were just dreams? Dreams that had somehow snuck into your regular memories and mixed with them? A little while ago, I was walking out of my apartment to go over to the clubhouse, to work out in the gym, which I have been doing late on mornings I don't have to be in at work ( Read more... )

One of the happier things about my psychology, I gather, from talking with other people, is that I don't really have nightmares. I know some people really are plagued by these, which sounds more unpleasant for restful sleep than is having a pea-sized bladder or somesuch ( Read more... )

The thing that can really drive me nuts about dreams is the fact that you can't continue them when you want to. I woke up this morning from some dream that had morphed from something else into a very fast, crowed multiple-level interstate highway scene (like the Marquette Interchange in Milwaukee or, more closely, the I-88/I-355 interchange in ( Read more... )

Yesterday was one of those brilliant days where just about nothing went according to plan, and that the whole day was far more fabulous as a result. I went in to the University to pick up a book that a student had borrowed overnight and to let a student take a make-up exam. I was only expecting to be there for An hour before heading back to my ( Read more... )

After a long night jumping back into the dissertation now that I have my wits and energy back, I just awoke from a prolonged dream with insane amounts of detail, the dream being very conversational. Although the earlier parts were fading fast, I still remembered a lot that was happening at the end, and being as amused as I was by it, I just ( Read more... )

I've been kind of scattered this week, I suppose. I haven't been able to concentrate very easily, other than on going over my preps for teaching and re-reading the relevant material. I got a bit bogged down in some grading because many my students seemed to have gotten flighty while I was in Canada and decided to start interpreting their writing ( Read more... )

Heh. I woke up in an absolute snit from a dream where I was back in high school, in the days when my sister and I used to fight like the proverbial cats and dogs. For the very vivid duration of the dream, I was back in high school, where Leslie had dismissively informed me that she had taken my favourite sweater (a rich crimson knit sweater, ( Read more... )

Dissertation psychology: I had a dream that a grinning friend of mine ran over my laptop, with latest dissertation chapter and work in it, which I had inexplicably left running and sitting by the side of road, where I was apparently picnicking with my Dad and a few friends. Throughout the rest of the night, however long that may have been in my ( Read more... )

I just watched a great display - it seemed really well-coodinated, if that makes any sense - of fireworks, which were kicking off this weekend's Festa Italiana. I'll be missing out on the chance of wandering down there for some great food since I'm heading south to my sister's for the weekend, where Joe and Daniele will be coming up with baby ( Read more... )

Dinner plans with Meg fell through tonight, as she's still recovering from having her wisdom teeth removed, and the tenderness is taking longer to heal than she'd expected. So I'm still looking forward to catching up there ( Read more... )