I don't really have anything to say about these shoes hanging from the lines above Gladstone just west of Kent, so I thought I'd tell you about the dream I had early Saturday morning. Because hearing about other people's dreams usually bores me, I'll skip the beginning part where I was wandering around in Cornwall and start where I was falling off a skyscraper in Las Vegas.
When I am falling from great heights in a dream, I either do the Douglas Adams trick where you switch to flying by choosing not to hit the ground, or I do the body surfing trick to get myself to land in water. [Which I described for real life situations in What to do when...]
I figured that because I was fairly aware I was dreaming, the flying trick might not work, so I steered for water. I found myself over a bunch of lakes, but my subconscious mind was having none of clear blue water and I landed in a giant tank of bubbling, yellow toxic sludge.
So then I was walking in Las Vegas, dripping with toxic waste. I need a shower, I thought, but if I start looking for a shower, this dream is just going to become one of those endless search dreams where I'm trying to get a shower. I know! I'll rinse off in one of those fancy Vegas fountains! And look there's a fancy Casino fountain right here!
As I climbed over the concrete wall around the fountain, I thought: this will be good advice to put on my blog. When you're dreaming that you've been covered in toxic waste, don't go looking for a shower, instead, make a fountain appear and rinse off in it. You won't get in trouble because it's a dream.
Unfortunately, I woke up just then and didn't get to find out what the next part of the Las Vegas dream action would be, but at least I remembered the excellent advice.
Now you see that even if I'm not blogging much because of some dumb exams, I'm still thinking about blogging.
Any thoughts on the shoes?