Friday, March 28, 2008

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-MystCommunity quote: "The winds moan loudly over red-brown cliffs. Large chasms in the sea form endless layers of waterfalls. Clouds revolve and orbit overhead. Near the edge of the cliffs grow stubby trees which more closely resemble projections of rock than living wood. Beneath them labor small furry norlorngii in their communal hives. Innocently they labor, unsuspecting of the imminent danger approaching them. One of the plants they are working near emits a toxic mist when touched, and the workers have come close to touching it several times.", Great Tree Chain Mail-

Fairly well nothing as far as recalled dreams last night.

I was amused this morning to notice that my stomach was growling rhythmically as I sat up in bed. It made me wonder if, in some imaginary flipped-around universe, my bed was complaining just as much as I do that its mattress (i.e. me) is making strange regular creaks, and that it cannot sleep, because it sleeps during the day, the universe being flipped around as it is.

Reality check. If my bed begins to blog about ME, then that might be a good indication of unreality.

1 comment:

  1. Brilliant. I have numerous fun conversations about topics like this with some of my friends. And the fact that we get very strange looks from people who overhear our banter makes it all the more enjoyable.

    I think my own bed has a very recognisable human temperament. I often like to sleep on the floor in the summer, and I am almost positive my bed reacts to my neglect or, dare I say it, two-timing.

    After spending a few nights on the carpet, I find I can't get a good nights rest in my bed. Then there are the nasty indentations left in the carpet by the bed legs. Jealousy?

    I pay the price if I sleep around. :-D

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