I had another dream within a dream this week, which is sort of halfway to lucid, I suppose. After all, I at least realized the subdream was a dream. The subdream in this case regarded my treasured eraser (of which I only use 2 corners for erasing, so the other corners stay pristine and fresh-looking) being sharpened, which involved cutting off the untouched side of the eraser. When I "woke up" from this dream, I told someone how mad that would make me if it actually happened.
Strange pastime: rephrasing everyday activities so they sound peculiar. Prime example: brushing one's teeth. Sure, we do this every day (I hope!) but if you stop to think about it...
Step 1. Procure a miniature brush with a disproportionately long handle.
Step 2. Squeeze pasty, mint-scented soap out of what looks like a frosting applicator and cover all the bristles of the brush with a gob of it.
Step 3. Use your soapy, miniature brush to lather up your teeth.
Step 4. You can't rinse off the soap, so spit out as much of it as you can into the sink.

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