|The mower goes "grrrrr."
||[May. 11th, 2009|12:15 pm]
Yesterday I pretty much did yardwork all day, and last night I dreamed all night that I was still mowing my lawn.
Nights like this make me very angry with my subconscious. Here we are, in the dream state, where the mind can literally go anywhere and do anything, seeking out rich imaginary and/or spiritual experiences in a limit and consequence free environment, and you've got me doing more damn chores?
Really, brain? That's what you're going to go with tonight? Forget flying freely over mountaintops like the majestic eagle. No need for the thrilling James Bond action movie plots. Eschew the trip in Doctor Who's TARDIS. Never mind young Louise Brooks frolicking in a pool of maple syrup (the real syrup from Vermont, not the cheap imitation kind.) Let's go cut some imaginary grass instead! Yeah! Let's do that!!