Post-Thanksgiving Food Coma Dream
The night after Thanksgiving, I had a nightmare which, given the amount of rich food I had, isn't a total shocker. What is shocking is the sheer banality and eerie randomness of said nightmare: me sitting in a dimly lit room with no exits and no windows. It had a single chair, a single table and a single TV with a DVD player. On the table was a single DVD: Season 1 of Murder, She Wrote.
Now that's a scary dream..
posted by Basil Epicurus at 6:28 PM
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This may sound crazy, Basil, but I had a dream after Thanksgiving that involved you and your brother. No, not that kind of dream.
What was I wearing?
I want to say a white, or lighter shirt.
kinky...
lol. Told you it wasn't that kind of dream! Does it make a difference if I say it was kakhi? Did I spell that right?
Khaki. I'm still trying to figure out what the context of the dream was. I mean, you've never met either me or my brother. Were we there in the blogging sense?
I have no idea the context, and the only image I recall of you, is that one you showed me. Your brother was there 'in theory' and I'm sure it's because I asked about that pic. Weird outlets, dreams are.
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