In the last two days I’ve had dreams about:
• Defecating in a plastic bag at my father’s house
• Being at Burning Man but needing to get to the Reno airport to fly to Seattle;
• A dingy
• Downloading a U2 album (which I then woke up and did)
I think of dreams as the way your brain’s file clerk passes the time as it stores away your memories. My internal file clerk is cearly very bored with her job.
Hey there. I'm Ariel Meadow Stallings, a native Seattleite who's written my way up and down the Left Coast. Electrolicious is where I post daily randomata, but I also write for a living. My first book, Offbeat Bride, was published last year.
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echo
August 14th, 2003 at 6:43 pm
I recently heard someone ask the question: “is it possible to video record your dreams?” Wouldn’t that be the coolest thing since the internet was born!?X! (except for the scene where Ariel defecates in a plastic bag at her dad’s place)
Emily
August 14th, 2003 at 11:05 pm
Videotaping your dreams…check out the film “Until the End of the World.” All about that.