Dream Log: November 9, 2000 (idea)

Around three in the morning, I woke up, carefully moved the blankets so as not to disturb kanon, tiptoed downstairs, and proceeded to do a good deal of reading in my linguistics textbook.

I made noodles; I sliced up a green pepper; I sat at the kitchen table for hours doing homework.

I'd gotten nearly all my Syntax homework done when it occurred to me that I was doing it in purple. Purple, of course, is unacceptable, and so I put the pages in the freezer to ... to ...

Shit.

At once, I realized I was dreaming, and with that, I awoke, rather peeved that all my "work" had been for nothing.

Have you ever had that dream where you see yourself standing in sort of sun god robes on a pyramid with a thousand naked women screaming and throwing little pickles at you?

Why don't I ever get to have that dream?

You can keep the pickles.