I dozed off after a fairly active day - went to the dump and heaved truck full of heavy trash bags off, bought 2x4s, dowell, and plywood, shopping for groceries etc. -around 5 or 6 pm. Fell asleep while watching a 60 minutes episode about abduction of members of Dubai royal family. That ended but I had weird sleep from physical exertion and who knows why.
I was just dreaming I was at some outdoor patio restaurant seating with steps up and down and tables. My twin brother Tom who died a few years ago was there and people and lots of people like extended family walking around speaking Spanish. I said to Tom: you don't speak Spanish do you (or maybe I said to this dark haired woman - he doesn't speak Spanish) and either he or she responded that yes he did as he was walking away. He laughed.
It's like he's been living in this alternate land and had picked up the language. The woman who was a waitress brought some food, put plates down. I started eating it and it was delicious. Sone sort of ethnic dish that was like a melt of well cooked almost bouncy cheese, good consistency like mozzarella, over some vegetable like an artichoke or stuffed pepper. Also like a sauce or soup over it, a bit like French onion soup, cheese was like that too, but different and it's own thing.
I was munching at that, really liking it, and the Who song: You better you better you bet, the harmonized vocal part at the beginning, with Pete Townsend singing, those lines, started playing, as... and... I woke up.
The whole thing had a bizarre, twinkling, tingling, slightly manic, charged energy to it. Like early night muscle neural sleep and newly emerging spirit sleep.
Questions? Comments? Raps? Poems? Yes? No? Maybe? Stream of consciousness literary response? Grunt? Squeal? Tone hummmm? Sponto-song?
Either way it's cool but feel free to get creative.
I was just dreaming I was at some outdoor patio restaurant seating with steps up and down and tables. My twin brother Tom who died a few years ago was there and people and lots of people like extended family walking around speaking Spanish. I said to Tom: you don't speak Spanish do you (or maybe I said to this dark haired woman - he doesn't speak Spanish) and either he or she responded that yes he did as he was walking away. He laughed.
It's like he's been living in this alternate land and had picked up the language. The woman who was a waitress brought some food, put plates down. I started eating it and it was delicious. Sone sort of ethnic dish that was like a melt of well cooked almost bouncy cheese, good consistency like mozzarella, over some vegetable like an artichoke or stuffed pepper. Also like a sauce or soup over it, a bit like French onion soup, cheese was like that too, but different and it's own thing.
I was munching at that, really liking it, and the Who song: You better you better you bet, the harmonized vocal part at the beginning, with Pete Townsend singing, those lines, started playing, as... and... I woke up.
The whole thing had a bizarre, twinkling, tingling, slightly manic, charged energy to it. Like early night muscle neural sleep and newly emerging spirit sleep.
Questions? Comments? Raps? Poems? Yes? No? Maybe? Stream of consciousness literary response? Grunt? Squeal? Tone hummmm? Sponto-song?
Either way it's cool but feel free to get creative.
They *should* feel different in an energizing way. Cheers.
