28 March, 2012

 

Buy me a dreamcatcher!

I want to write about my dreams. Just to be clear: I don't think they predict anything, mean much that's useful or represent some alternative mode of consciousness. They've just been AWESOME lately.

This post is about the dream from two nights ago. It began with me trying to rinse my face in my bathroom basin. This was awkward because the bathroom cabinet was floating over it. Where the shadow of the cabinet fell on the basin, it left dirty black marks. This washed away leaving a message I can't quite remember. The water turned black.

A colleague of mine had stuffed a towel down the loo, too. I won't name him.

 I was in a rush because I needed to get on an aeroplane to Hong Kong and be back before my lecture in our new Faculty building.

 When I got to the lecture, Alexei Sayle was in charge of progressing the slides. The slides were painted on large glass sheets. Alexei smashed each one as it was finished with, to reveal the one behind. Just smashed them angrily with his fist. The room was like a sports hall and L shaped. People wandered through and I had to shout over the experimental jazz being played over the PA system and the people that kept singing as they walked through the middle of the class. At one point, I climbed on to a concrete art installation to try and get the attention of the class, who were scattered all around the huge room.

In spite of all of this, I was having a lot of fun.

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