Cantaloupe
I had a dream last night wherein I was perched precariously on a very small ledge, in a room made entirely of cantaloupe. Below me was nothing but a deep, black abyss. The perch, too, being made of cantaloupe, and with no hope of rescue, I had no choice but gradually to eat away my foothold and fall to my death.*
If only I could achieve this level of dark and kooky imagination in my waking life, I could probably make a decent living writing mock horror films for some niche market. —Actually, no, I almost certainly couldn’t make a decent living doing that.
p(small). ==*== Actually, of course, I did have a choice: why not just eat into, maybe even through, the wall? But these obvious solutions never occur to me in dreams.
5 March 2009 |
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Yeah, you have a way better chance of making a living as a theologian!
Wow. In all my life, I have never had a dream as cool as that.