Had a dream last night, and being an avid reader (well, I've stopped, lately, no idea why) and a budding writer, something from it caught my attention and I decided to write it down before I reenacted Coleridge's incident with Kubla Kahn. Found it interesting, decided to share it. For all I know, it's just my subconscious musings, but whatever... "He had trouble with flashy displays of light and blurs. Thought it was stage fright. Really was the fact that if he entered a wine shop, he'd be tempted by it, and continue to be 4,000 years later." That's almost word-for-word, by the way.
I have crazy nonsensical thoughts like that too. But for some reason it always makes perfect sense at the time.
one time i had a dream i was surrounded by lava lamps. But then a fat cat swooped in and flew me away to Paris where we enjoyed the finest buttered toast on the finest breads
