...I'm jealous of your subconscious. Mine used to give me cool crap like this too, but lately I'm not remembering my dreams, or they seem to be about really boring things like little old ladies hounding me for ambulances to go to obscure locations in eastern england.
Which might sound weird, but not when you realise that's what I spend all day trying to organise at my crappy job.
*I* want Ukrainian brother-in-laws and failed resistance movements, dammit!
(Actually your third dream has given me really vivid "flashbacks" to the fifty-four hours I spent on a coach with the other members of my orchestra going to and coming back from Prague, years ago, and how much cooler it would have been if we were actually members of a secret resistance movement, armed only with our government-loaned third-hand fourth-rate instruments... What I'd give to be able to whack someone over the head with a cello sometimes...)
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Which might sound weird, but not when you realise that's what I spend all day trying to organise at my crappy job.
*I* want Ukrainian brother-in-laws and failed resistance movements, dammit!
(Actually your third dream has given me really vivid "flashbacks" to the fifty-four hours I spent on a coach with the other members of my orchestra going to and coming back from Prague, years ago, and how much cooler it would have been if we were actually members of a secret resistance movement, armed only with our government-loaned third-hand fourth-rate instruments... What I'd give to be able to whack someone over the head with a cello sometimes...)
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