Weird dreams! OMG
My flist is filled with people who are having WEIRD DREAMS.
Strangely enough, so did I! But mine is BETTER than yours was
Ok, that's coming off on the wrong note. but either way - I pretended to be a girl so I could come on to a frat boy for some reality tv show set in the future! But then I turned out a really was a GIRL dressing up as a BOY who then (badly) dressed up as a GIRL, including a fake Adam's Apple!
And then it was revealed I secretly was a SPY. And I had to get away and get off the planet FAST with my NEAT INFORMATION about the CURRENT GOVERNMENT.
And at some point I BLEW UP and was pretty sure I DIED.
And then I got really pissed off at myself - how could I die? Now the story can't continue, and what the hell am I going to dream bout next? And I woke up furious about myself for plotting myself in a corner.
When I woke up, the Partner-in-Crime told me about her weird dream*, then I had to relate mine. She just looked at me and nodded and said, "Now you really know why people aren't supposed to dream about dying. It's not that they really will die when they die in dreams, it's just that they'll get annoyed at themselves."
Which I thought was wise, and I had a little zen moment there where the thought made me eat a litle piece of enlightenment. Now I can't remember. (I was tired, ok? Jeez! Enlightenment is hard and fleeting, which is why we have so much television!)
It relates something to dying being more of an irritant than something grand and final, it's that Tarot-card change, you see - and the soul splits into five pieces and merges up with five pieces from all sorts of dead things, so the new you has your spark of joy and weird and disturbing tastes in pornography (which as every Buddhist knows, is intimately related), but some rocket scientist's sensory apnea, a Bengal Tiger's zest for life and the ability to crush small animals in your powerful jaws, the obsessive-compulsive disorder of your average queen bee**, and the whimsey of a holstein cow*** who lived somewhere in upstate Vermont and had a rich fantasy life about that side of the hill on the other side of the fence and how the grass there probably tastes like the Cow-equivalent of Cheetos.
Or maybe it was some other bit of enlightenment, I forget. Maybe it had to do with identity! Or maybe that world-is-a-dream-and-a-sucky-one-at-that thing that Buddhists are always going on about.
Enlightenment is tough so early in the morning. No wonder you're s'posed to stare at walls all day for years on end and occasionally get hit in the head by things.
Stupid enlightenment.
*She dreamt about kittens. That's weird. It is! I'm not being ironic! You don't know her like I do.
**See, that's where Buddhism breaks down for me -- the world's life, friends is 99% insect. But maybe the cream of souls rises to the top. if so, we'll all be kittens soon. Kittens! That's weird.
***'A monk asked Chao-chou, "Has the cow a Buddha nature or not?" Chao-chou said, "Mu."****'
****'Mu' kinda means no. But it kinda doesn't. Anyways, you're supposed to think about the word 'Mu' instead of 'No' because we have all sorts of cultural associations with 'no', which is what makes Buddhists so hard to pin down when they're trying to weasel out of going to your amateur interpretive dance recital about kittens.
Strangely enough, so did I! But mine is BETTER than yours was
Ok, that's coming off on the wrong note. but either way - I pretended to be a girl so I could come on to a frat boy for some reality tv show set in the future! But then I turned out a really was a GIRL dressing up as a BOY who then (badly) dressed up as a GIRL, including a fake Adam's Apple!
And then it was revealed I secretly was a SPY. And I had to get away and get off the planet FAST with my NEAT INFORMATION about the CURRENT GOVERNMENT.
And at some point I BLEW UP and was pretty sure I DIED.
And then I got really pissed off at myself - how could I die? Now the story can't continue, and what the hell am I going to dream bout next? And I woke up furious about myself for plotting myself in a corner.
When I woke up, the Partner-in-Crime told me about her weird dream*, then I had to relate mine. She just looked at me and nodded and said, "Now you really know why people aren't supposed to dream about dying. It's not that they really will die when they die in dreams, it's just that they'll get annoyed at themselves."
Which I thought was wise, and I had a little zen moment there where the thought made me eat a litle piece of enlightenment. Now I can't remember. (I was tired, ok? Jeez! Enlightenment is hard and fleeting, which is why we have so much television!)
It relates something to dying being more of an irritant than something grand and final, it's that Tarot-card change, you see - and the soul splits into five pieces and merges up with five pieces from all sorts of dead things, so the new you has your spark of joy and weird and disturbing tastes in pornography (which as every Buddhist knows, is intimately related), but some rocket scientist's sensory apnea, a Bengal Tiger's zest for life and the ability to crush small animals in your powerful jaws, the obsessive-compulsive disorder of your average queen bee**, and the whimsey of a holstein cow*** who lived somewhere in upstate Vermont and had a rich fantasy life about that side of the hill on the other side of the fence and how the grass there probably tastes like the Cow-equivalent of Cheetos.
Or maybe it was some other bit of enlightenment, I forget. Maybe it had to do with identity! Or maybe that world-is-a-dream-and-a-sucky-one-at-that thing that Buddhists are always going on about.
Enlightenment is tough so early in the morning. No wonder you're s'posed to stare at walls all day for years on end and occasionally get hit in the head by things.
Stupid enlightenment.
*She dreamt about kittens. That's weird. It is! I'm not being ironic! You don't know her like I do.
**See, that's where Buddhism breaks down for me -- the world's life, friends is 99% insect. But maybe the cream of souls rises to the top. if so, we'll all be kittens soon. Kittens! That's weird.
***'A monk asked Chao-chou, "Has the cow a Buddha nature or not?" Chao-chou said, "Mu."****'
****'Mu' kinda means no. But it kinda doesn't. Anyways, you're supposed to think about the word 'Mu' instead of 'No' because we have all sorts of cultural associations with 'no', which is what makes Buddhists so hard to pin down when they're trying to weasel out of going to your amateur interpretive dance recital about kittens.