Last night, I dreamt that I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom for a glass of water. After bending over the sink to fill the glass, I looked up into the mirror and saw my reflection, and something (I don't know what) triggered in my brain and I realized I was asleep. Looking into the mirror, I started shouting "Wake up!" over and over; ( Read more... )

I had a dream last night.

( The dream itself isn't the point. )

death is not
a bony reaper
black and white
sharp lines
suitable for framing

death is
an old man
slack jowls unshaven
muttering nonsense
striking anyone nearby
in his blind stumbling

In my dream last night, there was a huge conflict being played out between Holly and Oak. On the basketball court. Complete with cheering audience and announcer commentary.

In case you were wondering, Holly won.
( Fa la la! )

Occasionally, my dreams take on the quality of instructional videos. Last night's topic was redirecting conversation for the purpose of gathering information.

The basic structure goes like this:

1. Engage in basic conversation. Listen actively.
2. Ask questions about the topic that drive further into specific details.
3. After a short period of time, use ( Read more... )

Catching up, jotting down, pondering. What have I been doing?

( Ramblicious. )

Image from a dream: Stained glass window. On the right, a portion of the right half of a female face, crowned, looking down, with a single tear falling. On the left, a rose, being held in her hand.

Bad art rendition (and an example of why I don't normally draw things):

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