Balls and Walnuts
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Visiting the dead
Yeah, another dream. Sorry. No one ever comments on these posts, which proves that dreams are only of interest to the dreamer.
I’m walking with my father (still very much alive) in my grandparents’ neighborhood, and we’re trying to decide whether to call first or just drop in. I remember their number: AT2-9395 (right, Sis?) but we decide to drop in anyway. And there they are, and I give them each a hug and kiss, even my malevolent grandmother.
They have a boarder . . . a plump Jewish guy in his early 20s. He starts arguing with me about the need for Jews to marry one another and give birth to lots of little Jews, and I’m offended and start explaining the concept of hybrid vigor to him.
Go figure.
D.
I’ve been having dreams about rescuing animals lately. Seems to be a running theme at the moment.
Haven’t thought of that number in years; I used to call it so much, I should remember it: AT 2-9395 is right.
I can’t recall the last time I even had a dream; I am so intent on getting uninterrupted sleep, I dream of nothing. I am usually so tired, I drop right off…and yesterday, I had gone to the gym and for a walk, so I pretty much slept til the alarm went off.
Chris, that’s a new one to me — I don’t often dream of animals (except for pests, like ants and bees, harassing me). I do recall a dream I had as a kid, when our chihuahua spoke to me.
Sis: of course you dream. You just don’t remember them 😉
The plump Jewish guy is you – you are exploring your conflicted feelings about your Jewish heritage!
Nice try. In the dream, I at first took him for one of the guys I trained with, a big guy named Eli. But when I got a better look at him, I realized he wasn’t as tall as Eli, and was way too young.
Last night I had a dream about a book I just finished, James Ellroy’s The Black Dahlia. In the dream, I was a cop and I had discovered the Black Dahlia killer. He hadn’t limited his mutilations to his victim, though — over time, he had managed to remove his arms and legs.
Can’t remember how I cuffed him.
Yes, I should stick to reading Christopher Moore and Terry Pratchett. Comedy is better for my soul.
Or Bujold’s Miles Vorkosigan books. Those are great escapist fun and there’s no way to incorporate them into dreams.
HI KATE! Yeah, I read the first one and enjoyed it. Not sure why I didn’t continue on with the series, except perhaps that I like a little more SF in my SF. (Just a little.)