Strange Dreams
I recently told you about one of my dreams. I felt comfortable sharing with you that I had dreamt that Hey Ya! had been written by Chino Moreno of the Deftones in my dreams. Very strange, but also completely safe. There was no crazy psycho-analysis to be had from that one.
Normally, I don’t ever share my dreams with anyone because they are just too strange and I find them embarassing. I hate to think what people are going to read into them, because I do have that strange psychosis where I care about what everyone else thinks. I get embarassed easily when it comes to certain things. As a result, the strange dreams I have are normally kept to myself.
Well, I am going to frustrate the hell out of you folks today, because I had a doozy last night. Of course I am not going to recount any of the details for you, but I need to tell you the rest of the story.
I was talking to my boss this morning about some regular stuff. Just hanging out shooting it. I had totally forgotten about what I dreamt last night, but all of a sudden for no reason and without any discernible prompt, I thought about my eff’d up dream from last night. It was quite disturbing and I basically missed 15 or 20 seconds of the conversation that I had been having with my boss.
I can only imagine the conclusions you people would come up with if I shared what I dreamt. Frankly, I don’t want to imagine it at all. So there is your tease for the day.
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