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Originally posted by Bloodstalker
So, what are you saying, you want to pm me?

Nope. Only my diary gets to hear about them.

Curses, foiled again.

Earlier today, my wife and I took a nap after a brunch at a local Indian buffet. (By the way, this a wonderful way of destroying an entire day. I recommend it highly.) I proceeded to have a relatively elaborate dream.

It started with my wife and I leaving home to travel to one of the islands in the West Indies. We were also doing this as part of a group. (We wouldn't ever consider doing so while awake, or even under the influence of torture. Neither of us can abide tourist traps, or travel groups.) For some reason, we were late packing, and had to locate a cardboard map that when folded up was six feet long. Then, with all our luggage ready for some bus taking us to the airport, we discovered that the information for a rental car was missing. Evidently this was my responsibility, and I hunted around for it for quite a while.

Finally, I located the information, and we quickly made it to the airport, where it turned out that we were going to get the car there, instead of the West Indies. Unfortunately, I'd neglected to pick up an important form, as a result of which the car wasn't in a specific place, but could be parked anywhere--not just outside the airport, but inside it, and inside a supermarket which was attached to it. My wife grumbled that this kind of thing had happened to a friend of ours in Sydney, Australia. (She doesn't know anybody in Australia, much less Sydney, but her sister is fond of the country. Why, I haven't any idea.)

Eventually, we found the car, and my wife started driving. Everything was pretty standard, until we hit a zone where there was literally *no* light--not nighttime, not fog, but nothing. The speed limit was set right before we entered at 16 rpm (my subconscious evidently put together the movement speed of turntables on esoteric LPs of the 1950s with movement speed on roads), and we had to progress by turning the rear view mirrors downwards, to watch how the tire moved against the edge of the pavement. My wife informed me that this was actually on the next driving test I'd take. (My license lapsed--I have to get it renewed, and in New Jersey, worse yet.)

Finally we got to our destination, which turned out to be a ferry that was going to take our car to the West Indies. It contained a very elaborate, lively restaurant, and I had to call the airport overseas to cancel the car that was awaiting us, there. Since our car had miraculously become one of those idiotic steel scooters that kids drove for a while, it only required folding up, and that evidently qualified me to act as a marine biologist--or so the matire d' told me; I could now go and make a courtesy phonecall at the counter.

It was at this point I awoke, and swore never to sleep after eating lamb roganjosh, again.

@Fable: That's what you got for sleeping after food intake I'm not sure why, it might be depending on the inner sensations of digesting food or the fact that it's day time, but when people take naps after heavy meals, vivid and not so pleasant dreaming is frequently occuring.

Now, I had a dream last night that some of you would have liked: I was living in a flat that looked like an artist's studio, white walls, huge windows and almost no furniture. The doorbell rang and two girls appeared, claiming to be my girlfriends. I tried to explain that I was not interested and that I'd prefer if they left, but they didn't listen to me at all. Instead, they entered my flat and started to make out on the floor, trying to convince me to join in. Their clothes changed somehow, so both were wearing red leather boots and red leather skirts and jackets. They didn't take off all their clothes, though.

I asked them to leave, but they continued to repeat they were my girlfriends and that I should join in. Very annoying, one of them even tried to kiss me but I broke free. Then I awoke.