Musings on an Assortment of Subjects

I woke up this morning* from an enjoyable dream in which I was lounging in an Arabic villa (thanks John) (only in my dream I had labeled it the Bellagio in Las Vegas, perhaps due to the large fountain (more parentheses!)) eating a picnic lunch. Along came a hard-up Southerner and his baby daughter, looking pointedly at my lunch–so I offered them a few things. The girl was singing and babbling away and I remember wishing I could still access that childlike mode of creativity.

Of course, the next moment I woke up and realized that this same mind of mine that had been thinking these wistful thoughts was at the same time filling in all of the material coming out of the girl’s mouth.** Cool, huh?

*The second time, that is. The first time was at 7:30 to retrieve a cup of coffee from my new programmable coffee maker***, and with high hopes of making inroads on my big paper for Senior Seminar. The coffee did not stop me from returning to bed until 10:57, three minutes before my first class of the day. Which was good for the sake of the dream, since I usually only remember mine when I wake up and then go back to doze some more. As for the paper–um, why the heck am I blogging right now?

**Or perhaps not. According to Ben, people who are lucid dreaming can sometimes interact with each other. But I’m not convinced.

***(Uh oh, now I am nesting footnotes too (and parentheses within footnotes (stop the insanity!))) A gift from my aunt and uncle–thanks! Now I’m ready to be a Seattlite for sure.